is there something I don’t know?” he asked, staring at us both intently.
I felt like my brain was about to explode.
“Well?” he persisted.
“Well, it’s like this, Dad, um… recently I noticed that Sabrina… has been having some health issues. And today, as I drove her home after she had felt unwell at university, she told me that… um… She said she’d been seeing a ghost.”
“Oh…” was all mom could utter.
“A ghost of…?” Dad asked, ignoring Mom’s outburst, now completely focused on me.
“Michelle.”
The parents’ eyes widened in surprise.
“And she also hears Alex’s voice occasionally shouting at Michelle, and other voices, too, but she doesn’t understand what they’re saying. And when she tries to shut the vision of Michelle out, she does something to physically hurt her. I’ve seen her a couple of times writhing in pain, but I had no idea what was happening to her because she blames it all on expired yogurts, bread rolls, and other crap she eats,” I blurted out, then took a deep breath and dived back into the cooling dinner.
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