“After Maribeth died, I asked my dad if he believed in ghosts. He said he didn’t know, but he figured the ghosts we made up ourselves were more dangerous than any real ones, anyway.” Hendricks’s eyebrows drew together. “What does that mean?” He shrugged. “I always figured it meant that we let the bad things that’ve happened to us have too much power. If we could just figure out how to move on, we wouldn’t be haunted anymore.”
