CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN

Wendy

Alec and I drive the motorboat to a small island nearby, where the lighthouse stands high up near the water. The fog that had been obscuring our vision has dissipated enough for us to make out the shape of the island, and we can see the light cutting through the night.

We pull up closer to shore, and Alec ties off the boat. We make our way onto land, navigating rocks and looking around until we find a path leading up to the lighthouse.

We walk along this path, my heart racing as I think about what my mother's voice said at the wishing well. Is this the door she was talking about?

Or am I really going crazy? My mother is dead!

But what if ... what if one of my abilities is being able to talk to ghosts?

The thought sends shivers down my spine. I've never believed in ghosts before, but I can't deny the voice I heard at the wishing well. And if that's true, maybe my mother is trying to help me solve this mystery from beyond the grave.

Alec looks over at me, sensing my unease