Victoria's POVOutside, the sun was high and bright, burning away the morning fog. A perfect day for ghosts to step into the light.

Dad and I watched Delia leave for the press conference. Neither of us spoke for a while after

she left. There was something strangely final about watching her go—like we'd just lit a fuse that couldn't be stopped.

"Are you sure about this?" Dad finally asked, his voice quiet.

I didn't answer immediately. Instead, I walked to the living room and turned on the ...