The next three days went by quickly, and I did my best not to think about Dr. Nyx's theory. If I wasn't mentally ill, what was I? Haunted? Possessed? I had never put much stock in the paranormal, and I wasn't about to head down to the local church and ask Father Brennen to perform an exorcism. Conveniently, the voice had been silent, and my dreams had been devoid of the hooded figure.
I spent my time playing with Ash and cleaning my apartment. There were far too many memories of my life with Allie, and I needed them gone. When I got to her pillow and blanket on my bed, I gathered them and inhaled their scent one last time before shoving them into a bag with the other items for donation. At least someone could get some use out of them.
After packing the car, I took them to the local donation drop-off, where people were already sifting through bags and boxes. I unloaded what I had and went to leave.
"Excuse me?" a raspy voice called from behind me.
