us across and I grab Drew’s arm dragging him across the road hurriedly.
“S low down, what’s the rush?”
“Young lady!” She calls out behind us picking up her heavy dress to quicken her pace. “Please wait!”
“She’s following us.”
Dr ew glances over his shoulder, “Who? The girl in the short shorts?”
“No, one of them.”
“Please, help me.”
“What does she want?” Drew asks .
“I don’t know, hurry up.”
He grabs my arm and stops on the corner, “Ask her.”
“Drew.” I almost growl. All these people around, someone’s going to notice.
“Thank you. ” She says approaching us and I nod slightly. “Could you please help me find someone?”
“Sure.” I tell her but look at Drew. People are pa ssing and looking at us oddly and why wouldn’t they? I’m answering and acknowledging questions they can’t hear.
“His name is Francis Bell, we were to marry after the war.”
“I don’t think you’re going to be able to find him.”
“Why are you telling me that?”
“Miss.”
“Abigail Demore.”
“Okay Abigail, because the war has bee n over for… many years.”
She looks at me confused, “He’s here, I know he is. He wouldn’t leave me!”
She is becoming emotional and that’s not a good thing. I knew I should have ignored her. “Please don’t get upset.” I say trying to soothe her.
“You said you would help, you have yet to even attempt and are ready to give up.”
“I’m goi ng to help, just calm down, is he from here?”
“Yes.”
“When was he born?”
“1843, he’s 20 years of age.”
I can’t tell if she knows she’s dead or not and if she doesn’t I don’t want to tell her. Glancing around, trying to figure out what to do or say I notice a guy watching us from the other end of the block. He looks away once he sees me staring and quickly jogs in the opposite direction. To bad, he’s really cute…
“A re you done?” Drew asks.
“Not yet.”
“Excuse me?” Abigail states.
“Can we meet later? I’ll have to ask around and do some research.”
She nods, “M y house is three squares down, two squares right, fourth house on the left. Thank you Dear, I’m sorry but I didn’t catch your name.”
“It’s Journey.”
She smiles, “Journey, that’s a very peculiar name. I will be expecting you.”
“Alright.” I say as she walks in the direction of her house.
“Don’t ever do that to me again!” I smack Drew on the arm.
“Why don’t you want to help them?”
“It’s not necessarily that I don’t want to. It’s complicated.” I roll my eyes and start off.
“I thought we were going down there.” Drew points in the direction Abigail was going.
“No, not today.”
“Why not? It looks lik e that’s where all the actions at.”
“She’s going down there and I don’t want to run into her again.”
“What did she want?”
“For me to find someone who’s been dead a long time I’m sure.”
“Are you going to?”
“I guess I have to at least try to find out what happened to him, and her now, thanks.”
“Anytime.” Drew grins.
CHAPTER THREE
Kadence
“Come on you guys, I know you are here! They are gone it’s safe now!” I flop down onto the Victorian chase in the parlor. They’re seriously getting on my nerves with their secretive bull ish.
“Who are you?”
I jump to my feet startled and spin around nearly tripping. Holy hello! “I’m Kadence and you are?”
“Noah.” He says combing his fingers through his short brown hair, “What are you doing here?”
“I live here, why are you here?”
He chuc kles and leans against the doorframe, “I’m afraid you are mistaken, this is my home.”
“We’ve been over this Noah, it’s everyo ne’s home.” A lady in her early forties says appearing.
He sighs, “Kadence this is Rose.”
“Nice to meet you. Why won’t you all let Journey see you?” I ask.
Noah smiles,
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