The Girls Trip

Chapter 68

THEY DON’T EVEN KNOW I’m here. Except Page. I think she can tell.

Of course she can tell.

And Hope, because she’s close to where I am. But not dead.

Not yet.

Are you a ghost? someone might ask me. I am asking myself.

My little sister wrote me a letter saying the ghost town was “hunted,”

and I am.

Well, not hunted

but hunting.

Him.

He will not have her.