The Bond Between Us (Anastasia and Herman) novel Chapter 1122

Sandy went sheet-white, stumbling backward, panic written all over her face.

“What’s wrong with you, Sandy? Why are you looking at your dad like I’m a ghost? Lose the wig, wipe off that thick makeup. It’s not Halloween, you know.”

“Dad… Dad, you—you’re supposed to be dead.” Sandy’s whole body was trembling. “Don’t come any closer.”

“What are you even saying? You drunk or something? I’m standing right here, alive and well, and you’re wishing me dead?” Tavon grabbed her hand. “Come on, let’s go home. What are you doing out with these shady people anyway?”

He practically dragged her along. Sandy was so out of it, she just followed, not really knowing what was happening. It wasn’t until they were in the elevator that she started to come to her senses.

She stared at Tavon’s hand, felt its warmth—real, alive, unmistakably human.

When the elevator doors opened, Tavon led her to the parking garage. Sandy yanked her hand away. “No, no way. You’re dead.”

“Girl, you’ve really had too much. I’m here, standing in front of you, not dead at all.” Tavon set his jaw, giving her a stern look. “I was at Nabb Mount for a bit and you just lost your mind at home. Your mom’s bedridden, your brother’s not well, and you—out painting the town red. You’re a young woman, you know. Who’s going to want to marry you if you keep behaving like this?”

But Sandy wasn’t listening. She reached out, almost in a trance, and touched his face. “Is this real? You’re supposed to be dead. You fell off Nabb Mount. The police made me identify your body. I buried you myself. How could you be standing here? They said they saw you fall… saw you die.”

She meant the people she’d paid to make the accident happen.

Tavon was totally baffled.

“Sandy, are you still cursing me? Is that it?” Tavon’s brow furrowed, not catching the meaning behind her “they.”

“Come home. Now.” He dropped his voice into his best dad-command.

But Sandy just couldn’t process it. Tavon was supposed to be dead—she’d buried him, cashed in his estate. Now he was right here, breathing and yelling at her. Who wouldn’t freak out?

Anastasia’s warning flashed through her mind—was Tavon’s spirit back to haunt her?

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