I couldn't tell her. Maybe someday, but I wasn't so sure she'd believe me like Mase had. Or sort of did. Dear Feozva, I didn't know anything anymore.

But Mase had experienced it for himself. As far as I knew, the closest Moon had come to a ghostly encounter was what she'd heard that morning. She was my friend, the only friend I'd ever had, and that was what friends did, right? Believe each other when things got...weird. Only what if she didn't?

Maybe I'd tell her when ...