I’m already dead. If anyone really replied to your messages, now that would be a ghost.
But to my shock, the next second, a reply popped up.
“Stop looking for me. I will never go back with you.”
The veins on Daniel’s forehead pulsed violently.
He instinctively clenched his phone, though even he couldn’t tell if it was from excitement or fury.
Even I was stunned.
Who was pretending to be me, answering Daniel’s messages?
Just as Daniel was about to call, an old woman stepped out from the neighboring yard.
“Who are you looking for?”
She was hard of hearing, so her voice was loud. But the moment she heard the bodyguards mention “Emily Carter,” she trembled all over, slammed the door shut, and didn’t look back.
Seeing this, Daniel quickly chased after her.
“Ma’am, do you know something? Where is Emily?”
From inside came the old woman’s trembling voice:
“Don’t ask me. Emmy is dead, she’s been dead a long time…”
Daniel’s body stiffened instantly.
“Old lady, what nonsense are you spouting?”
But there was no more sound from within.
The truth was, Mrs. Thompson—the neighbor—knew very well that I was dead.