Synopsis
After I submitted my request to transfer to a clerical position, the entire department practically beamed with relief and approved it without hesitation.
Everyone, that is, except my boyfriend’s childhood friend, Emma Hartley—the rookie forensic examiner who claimed she was a “Spirit Communicator.”
She burst into my office in tears, her eyes red and swollen, clutching my lab coat like she was afraid I’d disappear.
“Dr. Vance, even if your methods are outdated, I hope you’ll stay. The victims still need you to speak for them.”
I pried her fingers off me without a word, packed up my belongings, and walked out.
In my previous life, Emma had built her reputation on the same claim—that she could hear the whispers of the dead and see their final moments. Every autopsy report I painstakingly completed, every detail I verified and revised, she could repeat flawlessly after a single glance at the body. Word for word.
