15yo Ari Silver isn’t your go-to-girl in a crisis. Her panic disorder is flaring thanks to her parents’ mysterious separation and a recent uptick of antisemitism... not to mention her mother moving her into a possibly-haunted house in rural Illinois. But when Ari learns the house once belonged to an asylum director who locked away girls like her for “hysteria” – and may be after her as well… the haunting turns personal. Taking on an angry ghost might help Ari prove she’s more capable than anyone thinks—or may erase her entirely, especially as her own family’s darkest secret threatens to unravel everything she knows. ANYA’S GHOST x MRS. MAISEL.
The flowers were the first affront. Daffodils, garish yellow, cheap and duck-like. Crowded into a painted vase too decadent for such a peasant bouquet. Unnaturally bright. Aggressively cheerful. A slap delivered with a smile.
The courier did not knock. He set the ugly arrangement on the porch and left, his horseless carriage withdrawing with a motored snort.
The ghost glowered at the flowers, willing them to wither and rot. They were a harbinger, clearly meant for someone else, signaling some new threat. After all, no one had ever brought flowers to this ghost. No one ever would.
My mother and I stared at the stupid flowers like they might bite us. I was the one who finally tugged the eggshell-white envelope free of its forked holder. I already knew who sent it, and confirmed my hunch as I read the message scrawled in a stranger’s handwriting.
Good luck with the move.
Thinking of you both.
Reading the words my father paid someone else to write, my chest tightened. I had to close my eyes, exhale through my nose, and remind myself to choose anger over anxiety.