Chapter 14

He gave another little shrug. “Something unresolved. We didn’t get to have the life we were meant to have. It was cut short.”

“By Owen’s uncle?”

A weird shadow passed over Dex’s face. “So you remember?”

I opened the fridge and took out a container of eggs. “As I said, I met this woman down by the Embarcadero. She said there was a fight between Owen and his uncle. He hit him with a pitcher.”

“Yes.” He moved to the doors leading outside and stared at the backyard, at the pool. His solidness amazed me. He was as solid as me. No one would believe he was a ghost. Wasn’t even sure if I did.

Was I somehow being gaslighted? If I was, it was a damn good scam.

“That must have been…that had to have been awful.”

He nodded.

“But you didn’t commit suicide.”

Dexter looked at me, arching an eyebrow.

“When I first got here, to this town, some guy told me you’d hanged yourself when your lover left you.”

“No. But it was like slow suicide, I guess. I didn’t want to live once you were gone.”