Seventeen

17

WINTER

I frown. That’s the second time he’s said that word. “Why do you say that I was a ghost, Jer?”

“Because you were,” he says nonchalantly, his feet swinging back

and forth. “I went to see you.” “You came to see me?”

“Uh-huh.” He points to his right. “Over there.”

My eyes follow the direction...