Where No Shadow Stays

I’ve rarely spent much time thinking about what happens after we die. In many ways, I’m my father’s daughter. I care about what’s in front of me, what I can affect and change.

Lately, I can’t stop thinking about the details of it. Whether my coffin will be brown or black. What recipes I should leave for Baba so he doesn’t subsist solely on takeout.

What will people remember about me?

Ha. Like they’ll remember anything other than how I died. If the thing successfully possesses someone to kill me, the murder trial will be the biggest scandal to hit Ward in decades. Especially if the murderer can’t remember how or why they killed the former dance team captain and homecoming queen.