An Elderly Woman Paid Me to Attend Her Birthdays for Ten Years – One Day, I Learned Why

A pause. “Never signed, never explained, just enough information to make sure I found what she wanted me to find.”

“You think she’s communicating with you?”

“I think she’s trying to.”

Nobody liked how that sounded, least of all me, because it implied something terrifying.

Not that Catherine was alive, that she’d been close enough to continue reading …