The Fourth Year Chapter 2

He didn't finish the sentence, probably out of respect for Grandma. But I knew what he wanted to say.

She’s probably out sleeping with some random guy.

See? Even though I’d been dead for four years, this man’s hatred for me hadn't faded a bit.

Grandma didn't catch his drift. Seeing Julian made her face light up.

"Julian! You haven't come over for dinner in ages. You love my pot roast, don't you? Tomorrow is your birthday. Come over. I’ll make it for you."

She patted his arm. "You young people need to work through things. Sarah is a good girl, she just bottles things up. When she left today, she said she was going to buy you a birthday gift. She wants to surprise you tomorrow."

My heart ached. Grandma’s memory was stuck on that day.

Four years ago. Back when we were still in love. Back when we were inseparable, before she showed up.

Julian sneered. "Grandma, this isn't funny. Sarah and I broke up. If she’s buying a gift, it’s probably for some other guy."

Grandma froze. "Broke up? But... Sarah never told me. Julian, don't be mad. When Sarah comes back, I’ll scold her!"

The little old lady looked so fiercely protective. I wanted to hug her, to tell her not to be angry, but my arms passed right through her body.

Four years, and I still wasn't used to being a ghost.