Mellisa died last week. The police said it was a suicide, but i knew she was murdered.
The next night, when i came home from work, she was waiting for me on the couch.
She said, "You killed me, Lenny."
"I know." I said, then paused for a moment. "I'm sorry." I had to look away.
"You shouldn't have slept with him," I blurted out, more emotionally than i had intended.
Melissa's skin was more pale than i had remembered it. Almost translucent, but not like a
ghost, more like an albino. She whispered faintly, "Lenny, it really hurts," and then she
began to cry.
"There's nothing I can do," I said coldly. "Get out of my apartment. I'll see you tomorrow
at the funeral." I turned and opened the door for her to leave, but as i spun back around,
she was already gone.