CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND EIGHTY FOUR

Forgetting all that upset me earlier today, I sat staring at the items being offloaded from the van owned by Whiz and like he promised, no one's aware of what's being packed in the garage. He even went so far, as to send Jer on an errand, clearing the way for my delivery.

Looking around the spacious garage filled with boxes from my childhood. Even though I wanted to, physically I'm unable to go through them.

Mom, or my stepmother as I now know her to be, never ventured into the garage, after claiming it's full of ghosts.

I was always afraid to even take a peak, unless gramps was in here because of the ghosts and here I am stacking my baby items in here, with ghosts.

Should I be leaving them here? Plus I have nowhere else to leave them because of the limited space inside the cabin.

Getting off my chair, I walked towards some boxes which were compacted higher to make space for the playpen, crib and furnitures, just to name a few of the larger items. I bought everything in white because white is safe.

Blinking, I saw the name Leah written on one of the boxes that was too high for me to reach and stretching to reach it, was risky.

"WHIZ, WHIZ!" I shout, "come quickly," with my eyes on the box, I wave to the side of me, hoping Whiz hears me shouting.

"What?" Whiz asks , his tone anxious as he runs towards me, "What happened?" He asks, breathing heavily.

"That box," pointing with my index finger, "the one marked Leah, can you get it for me," I turned to face him, please," my breath getting heavy while I wait for his response.

Following my finger, Whiz nods, "yeah sure, but next time don't scare me like that," he shakes his head and walked across to the standing ladder.

"The one marked Leah?" Whiz shouts from on top the ladder and I nod.

How did I never see these before?

One of the men helping with the offloading of the van approached me.

"There's a lot more boxes with the name Leah written on it," the man informed me, since he was part of the crew that were repacking the garage to make extra space.

I nod frantically, "yes please, I want them all," I tell him, as he reaches to take the box from Whiz's hand.

Searching Whiz's eyes, "can you gather them for me and put it on the work table since I won't have to do much bending and stretching." I asked politely.

Smiling Whiz came down the ladder. "Yeah, but one thing at a time." Whiz agrees, pointing to the furniture being offloaded from the van.

Following his gaze, I smile, "oh thank you, thank you so much," I clasped my hands in appreciation.

I left the garage contented, using my phone, I transferred funds to Whiz's account to pay the men for helping me today.

They all refused but I was insistent because I may need them again and as I explained, today they worked for me and not Logan.

After securing the garage with a new padlock and a new set of keys, which gramps always kept in stock, I retired to my room with a sewing kit and everything I ordered from the fabric store.

I had a late lunch in my bedroom and remained there for the balance of the day, having already measured and cut the required sizes needed to make the quilt, in eight different patterns.

Logan was still out and I ended up having dinner in my room, since mom and dad were also at the office before falling into the deep sleep, excited for another day.

My last thoughts before falling asleep were the boxes in the garage belonging to Leah Scott. Is that the ghost my step-mother describe when she first came to visit the cabin at the lake?

I awoke early, too early by the looks of it. Through the drapes I can still see the darkness outside but I have so much to do and so little time to do it, I need to get a head start on my day.

The garage will be my first task, but the guy spooning me, cradling my bump, seemed reluctant to let me go.

"It's dark out," Logan mumbled in his sleep, gripping me tighter.

I continue wriggling, "I need to pee," I explained, anxious to get out of bed and sort through the ghosts in the garage.

Releasing his hold on me, "be quick," Logan mummer, eyes closed, he shifted to his end of the bed, while I slowly climb out the bed.

Having no intention of returning to bed, I took a change of clothes to the bathroom to start my day.

I spent the morning in the garage sorting through the boxes which belonged to Leah Scott. I informed Mrs. Stanley that I was in the process of making a quilt and I didn't want to be disturb, so thankfully I was left alone, after a quick text from my husband and him accepting my explanation of needing alone time to make the quilt, I was free to search for the ghost in the garage.

Logan called at exactly one on the dot.

"Yeah," I slurred as I stretched my arms, putting the phone on speaker.

"Time to sign of until tomorrow," he responded in a firm voice.

"Okay," I answered, because I was exhausted and didn't want to put extra pressure on my spine that hasn't given way yet. "See you in a bit." I added.

"Okay!" Logan responded after a short pause. "Where are you?" He continued but I was done talking.

"See you!" I hung up before he could question me more.

Thankfully no one used the garage because I considered it off limits to Logan and his crew, so no one would invade my space until I am done checking the boxes.