A Dead Lover's Lingering Shadow

I was strapped to a bomb, pregnant and terrified, using my last moments to call the man I loved.

But Arthur didn't send help; he hung up on me because his foster sister, Ivy, was "scared of a noise" outside her apartment.

Ten minutes later, the explosion erased me and our unborn child from existence.

My spirit didn't cross over.

I was cursed to remain as a ghost, tethered to Arthur.

I watched him block my number, convinced my silence was just a "jealous stunt."

I watched him ignore my missing person report until he stood over my charred remains in the morgue, clutching the locket he…