Charlotte stood frozen at the door, staring in complete shock at Oscar—her husband, the man who was supposed to be dead.Beside him on the couch sat Inspector Gerald, his expression calm as though he had been expecting this exact reaction.Oscar slowly rose to his feet."It's me, baby." Oscar said, his voice a bit hoarse, tugging a small smile."You're alive?" Charlotte muttered, her hands shaking. "How?"Oscar moved towards her, reaching for her hand.But she instinctively took several steps backward, her eyes nearly popping out of their sockets.After all, who would see the man they personally buried standing inside their living room and casually think, Oh, welcome back?Charlotte's heart pounded wildly.She even glanced behind herself as though calculating whether she could reach the front gate before the ghost floated after her.For one terrifying second, she almost considered grabbing the flower vase beside the entrance to throw it and create enough distraction to escape.Oscar s
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