Forty nine

Ellen's POV

As I sat in the car, I remained lost in my own thoughts. My mind was still consumed with thoughts of what Liz had said.

Was Liz truly losing her mind, fractured by the turnout of events? I couldn't deny the chill that ran down my spine at the thought, the hairs on the back of my neck standing on end as I considered the possibility of Kamille's vengeful spirit lurking in the shadows, biding its time until it could exact its revenge upon us.

But no such things exist. Kamille's spirit was dead with her and there is nothing that could be done to change that. I turned to Ava who had positioned herself at the extreme corner, away from me.

“Why are you there?” I asked, my tone unconvincingly calm and gentle.

“Uhhh…. Nothing Ma'am.” Ava stuttered as she repositioned her glasses to suit her eyes better.

“Good.” I replied. Suddenly the ringing of my phone startled me.

Ava, my assistant hesitated for a moment, clearly taken aback by the tense atmosphere in the car, before tentativel