I felt the pressure in my face, then the drip onto my upper lip. Silently cursing, I pinched my nose closed. Tara was still talking. I was done. I wasn’t going to just stand here and let the bitch of a ghost hurt me. But I couldn’t leave Asher to Tara. Before I could decide what to do, Asher looked over at me. His eyes went wide. “Oh man, Alexis.” He pulled his backpack around and pulled out one of those small tissue packages. He tore out a few and handed them to me.
