At 2 A.M., a Hidden

That smile did more to me than any acquisition victory ever had.

“You’re staring,” she said.

“I’m allowed.”

“You’re weird.”

“I’m rich. People call it eccentric.”

She laughed.

Noah squealed, and for one perfect second, the house was not haunted.

Then my phone rang.

Rachel.

I answered in the hall.

“Ethan,” she said, “your mother filed a petition for grandparent continue reading …