Abby’s heartbeat kicked up another notch. “Did … did you really see a ghost? The spirit?” She held her breath. Her fingers nervously twirled the strands of hair.
Abby hoped the answer was yes. She wanted the spirit to be real. She wanted to find it—or him—or whatever. All of a sudden, images of her nightmare popped into her head, and her hands became still. Or did she?
Miss Ramos placed her cup on the scarred table, folded her hands tightly on her lap, and leaned her head against the back of the sofa. Her eyes twitched behind closed lids.
The room was silent, the air so still Abby felt she had to whisper. “Miss Ramos?” she said softly.
Miss Ramos opened her eyes, but they remained unblinking. “No, I didn’t see it. But …” Her voice was barely audible.
“But what?” asked Abby.
Miss Ramos shook her head. “No, I can’t …”
Abby’s eyes traveled over Miss Ramos’s face—blank eyes, a slight twitch of the lips. Things were turning weird. She was losing the old lady. She had to speed things up. She needed answers.
“Miss Ramos, did this canyon have a name?”
After a moment, Miss Ramos pushed herself off the sofa and weaved her way through the stacks of rocks. She lifted one stone from the floor and turned it over and over in her hands. She had her back to Abby, but Abby heard the words clearly.
“Stone-and-Light Canyon,” Miss Ramos said in a trembling voice. “It’s called Stone-and-Light Canyon.”
Abby was thrilled by the canyon’s mysterious-sounding name. She walked over to Miss Ramos, whose back was still turned. At five foot nine, Abby towered over the old lady.
“Miss Ramos, we both know what I came here for,” she said.
Miss Ramos remained silent.
Abby leaned over, and her voice became urgent. “Tell me how to find this canyon.”
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