possible.” “I know, Dad,” said Paul. “I guess I just want you to keep living. And be happy.” “Thank you, Paul,” said Dad. “I’m trying.” Dad put a hand on my cheek, and I smiled, sensing somehow that my mission might be over and I’d be leaving soon. But for the first time since I arrived at that house, I wanted to stay. Ms. Peterson waved nervously from the porch, then blew a kiss at Paul and me. Paul and I blew one right back. I can’t remember anything after that, because everything began to glow, slowly at first, and then it became so bright that I couldn’t see a thing. Where was I going? To a room full of dead people, Shadows, like me? Back to my old life? Somewhere new? Or, now that I’d served my purpose, was I simply going to vanish, like a whisper, like smoke?
Author’s Biography
K elly Green spent her childhood loving ghost stories and s’mores. The ghost stories stuck. The Shadow is the first book in her new series, Borrowing Abby Grace .