The Unburied Ghost

Delia

Tonight I saw a ghost.

She walked into Noir with dark hair, murder in her eyes, and my face sharpened into something I did not recognize.

Reva.

Alive.

No one told me.

Mother knew. I could see it when I asked her about it later.

Deacon knew.

The whole world had been carrying the secret of my sister while I mourned her under Isabel’s roof.

I should have felt joy first. I didn’t.

God forgive me, I felt betrayed.