44: Book Three

44: Book Three by Jools Sinclair

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Authors: Jools Sinclair
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me here. I don’t know how I would find someone through the internet.”
    “There must be some way,” I said, still hopeful.
    “Her name’s Claire?”
    “Yes,” I said. “She’s a psychic and she lives in London and has two little kids.”
    “All right,” he said. “Maybe some of your light has rubbed off on her. Maybe because you’ve contacted her before, I can find an old energy trail between the two of you. Hey, that doesn’t sound like I’m making stuff up, does it?”
    “Not one bit.”
    “Good,” he said. “Wouldn’t want you to think I didn’t know what I was doing.”
    I put my arms around his neck.
    “Thanks, Jesse,” I said. “It might work.”
    Now I had a new plan in the works. It filled me with hope again.
    Maybe I would be back home soon.
     

 
    CHAPTER 24
     
    I had to go to the bathroom. When I got back, Jesse was gone.
    I was a little sad to be all alone again, but it had been a good morning. Great, actually. It had been a long time since we had been able to hang out like that and it had helped me get my mind off things.
    Plus, I was really excited about Claire.
    I wasn’t ready to go back upstairs, so I wandered over to the game room. And as long as I was being left alone, it was a pretty nice place to stay. It was nice too not looking out the window and seeing the island in the distance that now taunted me and reminded me of my failure.
    I played FIFA Soccer 11 on Wii for about an hour and then watched the original production of The Woman in Black. It was one of my favorites. I was really surprised they had it since it was so obscure.
    I grabbed some snacks out of the cabinet and sat down in one of the large leather recliners.
    “You ghosts really are pretty frightening,” I said out loud, just in case Jesse could hear. I knew he would like this movie. We never had a chance to watch it together when he was alive.
    I jumped after the scene in the graveyard and then laughed at myself. The hairs on the back of my neck were still standing.
    As I finished watching the movie, I thought about ghosts. There was so much about it all that I didn’t understand and it was strange that Jesse didn’t seem to know that much either. I was confused about why he was able to walk in both worlds. And I wasn’t even sure if he was a ghost. There seemed to be such a difference between Jesse and Annabelle.
    After the movie, I searched through the discs and found a recent taping of a Barcelona-Real Madrid game. I put it in and sat down.
    I was struck by the difference in the line ups. Even though the game was being played in Madrid and even though the home team was the richest in the world, they still came out with a very defensive formation. It was like they were playing not to lose.
    Barcelona, on the other hand, had an attacking lineup that bordered on suicide. I counted the small, skilled players. Messi, Fàbregas, Sánchez, Iniesta, and Xavi, plus crazy Dani Alves on one wing. It was insane. And fearless. Here they were in the heart of darkness, going up against the world’s highest-paid thugs and hatchet men, and they feared no evil.
    And what made it even sweeter was that they won, 3-1.
    “Wow,” I said as the game ended. And then something caught my eye.
    He was walking across the court, heading in my direction. My breathing got fast as I heard the footsteps and squeaking on the wood.
    My stomach tightened. I threw down the control and sat perfectly still, hoping he would go away.
    He opened the glass door and walked in casually, sitting down a few chairs away. I refused to look at him and we sat in silence for a few minutes.
    “This wasn’t such a good game,” Jack said finally.
    I stared at the TV.
    “I’m hoping down the line that you can somehow forgive me, Abby. I want us to be friends again. It would mean a lot to me.”
    I turned my head and glared at him. He was dressed in his usual soccer attire, sporting a ridiculous black Real Madrid away jersey, like he had just walked off

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