Maya has seen ghosts her whole life, but she never imagined she’d be haunted by the ghost of her toxic ex-girlfriend, Alana. Desperate to come back to life, Alana blackmails Maya: help her possess another girl, or she’ll frame Maya for her murder. But when Maya falls for the girl she’s supposed to be dooming, she must choose between saving her new love and proving she’s innocent. THE DEAD AND THE DARK meets BLY MANOR.
No one knows Alana Murray like I do.
I was the one who held her hand on the first day of sixth grade, secret, so no one would know she was nervous. I was the one who rewrote her English papers for her. I was the one who kissed her behind a palm tree when we were fifteen, my heart cracking out of my ribcage.
I’ll be the last person to touch her casket before it’s lowered into the ground.
Funeral day dawns dark and cold and wrong, the Los Angeles sky clogged with watercolor gray. It won’t rain, and I won’t let myself cry. I practice in front of my bathroom mirror.
Alana died alone, I think, staring at my reflection until my eyes burn. She thought of you every second. How she hated you. How she loved you.
I sob until my throat goes dry, until I gag into the sink, fingernails digging into the marble countertop. Then I wipe my makeup off with a warm washcloth, reapply my mascara, start all over. Alana always thought I cried too much, so today, I won’t let the tears come. Even though I know what people will say about a girl who doesn’t cry at her own girlfriend’s funeral.
I am. But not for the reasons they think.