Lily
I can't help but feel a shiver run down my spine. Out of habit, I glance around to see if there's a ghost, but there's no one.
“Calm down, Lily, ghosts don't exist,” I repeat to myself, but my skin is still tingling.
“How strange that it fell, I think I didn't place that nail well,” Diana tells me, and I simply smile at her.
“That photo is very beautiful,” I say, and she holds it in her hands, looking at it with nostalgia.
“Yes, it's beautiful. It was one of the last where my son looked genuinely happy," she says, her voice laced with sadness. "Shortly after this trip they took, she got sick. They thought maybe she had caught something or had been bitten by a dengue mosquito, as her symptoms matched," she adds, her voice cracking slightly. "But unfortunately, the news wasn't good
