Sometime after one, we both heard a thin wailing echo through the house behind us. “A ghost,” Daisy said without interest. “No,” I said, tilting my head. “That’s Pammy. Listen, you can hear her nurse singing to her.” “I never wanted her. Tom may keep her after this. He gave me a diamond bracelet for her when the doctors told us she would live. I’ll give it back to him, and her as well.”
