Echoes of Her Blood

The dogs are finishing the last of me, but I can’t stop watching the screen of my phone as it vibrates in the mud a mile away. It’s my birthday. I’m twenty-four, I’m two months pregnant, and I am currently being scattered across the city in bin bags. While Reggie Thorne wipes my blood from his boots in a windowless room, my fiancé, Alex, isn’t calling the police—he’s thumbing the lace of Victoria’s nightgown, whispering the same lies he used to tell me. I died in a cold basement waiting for a man who was already busy celebrating his first love’s return. Alex thinks he’s finally free of the social climber who claimed him, but as a ghost tethered to his side, I am about to show him that being murdered was only the beginning of our life together.