“Mkay,” Priya breathed out, smiling slightly as Theo's tone gentled. His softer approach had the intended effect, the spirit's shoulders dropping minutely as she leaned in, paying close attention.
Everything he said seemed logical--if she was attached to the place because she'd lived there while alive. It lined up with the claims she'd given Max, saying it was her apartment and that he was living in her room. So that was confirmed, but she did wonder what the other reasons might be. She bit her lip and then ventured hesitantly, “Did I die here too?”
That might explain the wine stain, although the dark smudge itself didn't look like something gruesome, like a head cracking against a hard surface, things she paled to think about. No, rather, it just shadowed the wall with vague shapes that only sometimes resembled anything.
Everything he said seemed logical--if she was attached to the place because she'd lived there while alive. It lined up with the claims she'd given Max, saying it was her apartment and that he was living in her room. So that was confirmed, but she did wonder what the other reasons might be. She bit her lip and then ventured hesitantly, “Did I die here too?”
That might explain the wine stain, although the dark smudge itself didn't look like something gruesome, like a head cracking against a hard surface, things she paled to think about. No, rather, it just shadowed the wall with vague shapes that only sometimes resembled anything.