—What happened? What’s going on?
“It’s Grace,” I whispered. “She’s at her old school.”
Instead of telling me I was imagining things, he turned pale. Really pale.
He picked up the phone and hung up immediately.
“It’s a scam. AI-powered voice cloning. Now people can fake anything. Don’t go.”
—But whoever it was knew her name. The person on the phone sounded like her, Neil.
—Obituaries are public. Social media exists. Anyone could have obtained that information.
When I took my keys from the hook by the door, Neil stood in front of me.
“Love, you can’t go,” she said, panic crossing her face. “Please.”
“Please what, Neil?” My hands were trembling, but my voice wasn’t. “If she’s dead, why are you afraid of a ghost, unless it isn’t one?”
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