POV: Eleanor
My eyes widened as the spoon slipped from my fingers and hit the table with a loud clatter.
For a moment, I couldn't breathe. Couldn't think. Couldn't even move.
It wasn't possible.
It simply wasn't possible.
Doctor Jonas had assured me just a few days ago that this man was dead.
Dead.
Gone.
Buried somewhere beneath six feet of dirt.
So how?
How on earth was he standing in front of me right now?
Ghosts didn't talk.
Ghosts didn't walk into restaurants.
Ghosts didn't pull out chairs and sit across from you.
Yet that was exactly what happened.
The man dragged the chair back and lowered himself into it as if he belonged there. As if he hadn't just crawled out of a grave.
I glanced around the restaurant.
Maybe this was some kind of prank.
Maybe Doctor Jonas had h
