Chapter 4

The scenery in the Maldives was beautiful.

I sent him photos every day---beaches, sunsets, palm trees. He replied instantly to every one, his tone as gentle as always.

During our video call at night, he leaned back on the sofa in warm yellow light.

"Where did you go today?"

"Diving," I said, lying on the bed. "When are you coming? It's no fun here alone."

"Soon, soon," he smiled. "Didn't you always want to see the Maldives? Back in college you said your honeymoon had to be here. I remembered."

I froze. That was something I'd said casually in college. I'd almost forgotten it myself.

"You still remember?"

"I told you, how could I forget anything about you?" His eyes were bright.

My nose tingled.

He got up to pour water. The phone camera shook slightly.

In that instant, I saw a blurry shadow standing in the hallway behind him.

The ghost had appeared again.

Staring hard at Ethan with an unfriendly expression.

My whole body went cold.

"Emma? What's wrong?" He came back with a water glass.

"Bad signal," I forced out a smile. "I'm tired today. I'm going to hang up."

After hanging up, I opened the ticket app with trembling hands.

The nearest flight was in three hours.

Before boarding, I dialed his number. No answer.

My heart sank hard. He never ignored my calls!

It was early morning when I landed. I rushed home. The lights were off. He wasn't there. The ghost wasn't there either.

I could only open my phone's location tracker and found he was at the hospital.

I ran out like a madwoman.

The hospital corridor was long, the lights blindingly white.