“This isn’t my home, though, is it? How can anywhere be home, when you don’t actually exist to the world? Here, I’m nothing but a girl caught on camera at a crime scene. A ghost story, and nothing more.” “Non, you’re more than that, chère.” Curling my palm around her neck, I draw her to me, tangling my fingers in her soft curls and losing myself in her kiss. “You’re my favorite ghost story,” I whisper against her lips.
