The girl gave me a side glance before she ran back to the safety of her friend’s side. I watched as she tapped out a rhythm on her pants, and then she pulled on her hair three times in a nervous tic. And with that little move, there was no denying it. Somehow, Delilah Kane was standing in this cafeteria. A ghost from my past. A devil disguised in a beautiful package. And the only person who could tell me exactly what happened to my sister all those years ago.
