He loves me, Andie whispered inside May’s head. He loves me. It’s me he wants to kiss good night.

“You’re not my wife,” North said, gripping her harder.

“It’s her body,” May was saying desperately. “It’s all you need. I’m more fun. I have her body-”

“You’re not her,” North said, his face grim as he held her, “and I will send you to hell to get her back.”

May tried to yank away, and Andie felt the cold grow again. “Well, you can’t. There’s nothing you can do. I’m Andie-”

“You’re Aunt May,” Carter said from behind them, and North turned so that Andie could see him coming toward them, his lighter in his hand, Alice crying behind him.

“I’m sorry, Andie,” Alice said. “I’m sorry.”

Look what you’re doing to Alice! Andie said, trying to find whatever humanity was left in May.

Carter’s face was stolid. “She made us hide a piece of her hair in Alice’s Walkman before we burned the rest of it.”

Look what you’re doing to Carter!

“Shut up!” May screamed.

“I’m sorry,” Alice cried. “Andie, Andie, I’m sorry.”

You’re torturing Alice, Andie whispered to May.

“I’m Andie,” May said, desperate now. “I’m Andie.”

“You promised,” Alice sobbed. “You promised you wouldn’t do this, you promised!”

She doesn’t love you, Andie whispered. You betrayed her, you lost her love, you’ve lost everything now. Nobody loves you, you’re a monster, nobody loves you-

“No!” May said, but she was weakening, Andie could feel warmth again, and color flickered in front of her now.

North said to Carter, “What do we have to do?” and Carter held out his hand to Alice.

Alice hesitated, then put her Walkman on the table and unsnapped the blue leatherette cover.

“No,” May said, lunging for it, but North held her, and Andie took back more of herself as they struggled, surrounded by people who loved her.

They love me, she whispered. They want me. Who do you love? Nobody. Who kisses you good night? NOBODY.

“Carter.” May reached for him, but North grabbed her arm. “Carter, please, I deserve to have this. I love you.”

“So does Andie,” he said, cold as ice. “And she’s alive. Let go. Or…” He clicked his lighter and the flame spurted high.

“No!” May said.

“Do it,” North said to Carter, and Carter took the curl, and May screamed, “NO!” and slammed her elbow into North’s stomach, shoving him back, falling as she ripped the lighter from Carter’s hand. Carter caught her, held her, wrapping his arms around Andie’s body and saying, “Andie! Andie!” as May struggled to reach the curl. Andie held on to the sound of Carter’s voice, and clawed her way back into her body, fighting May now with everything she had, and then she saw Alice holding the curl, weeping, little Alice, tears streaming down her face as she looked at them, and then Carter said, “There!” nodding at the lighter, and she picked it up from the floor, and flicked it open, and the flame shot up.

“Alice, no!” May howled, like the cry of a creature hurled over an abyss, and then Alice put the curl into the flame and held it while it seared her fingers, staring at Andie, and Andie felt the flame everywhere, blue and red, and then she was back in her body, clinging to Carter as the world swung around, and she screamed at May, “Go toward the light, damn it!” and May cried out, “There is no light!”

And then May was gone, heat rushing back, color and sound, and Andie was free again.

“Andie?” Carter said, and she put her head on his shoulder, exhausted and dispossessed, and said, “It’s me,” and saw North boosting Alice up on the counter and running cold water over her burned fingers.

“Andie?” Alice said, her voice full of tears.

“You saved me,” Andie said to her, her voice shaky as she held on to Carter and fought the nausea that was swamping her. “You and Carter. You were so brave, and you saved me.”

“She’s gone,” Carter said stolidly. “Right?”

“Yes,” Andie said. “It’s over.” She took a deep breath. “And now I’m going to throw up.”

She shoved herself up off the floor and bolted for the powder room, and behind her she heard North say, “Good job, Carter,” while he cooled the burn on Alice’s fingers.

After throwing up everything she’d eaten all day and then standing under a hot shower in the attic bathroom for twenty minutes, Andie pulled herself together, toweled off, brushed her teeth, put on her pajamas, and came out to face North who was sitting on the edge of the bed waiting for her in the quiet night.

“You okay?”

“I will be.” She went over and sat down beside him, and he put his arm around her.

“Well, the good news is, now I believe in ghosts.”

“You knew it wasn’t me,” she said, and felt the tears press against the back of her eyes again.

“Of course I knew,” he said, sounding insulted. “I asked the questions just to make sure, but I could see it wasn’t you from your eyes. It was obvious.”

“She looked just like me. She was me.”

He moved his arm against her neck and pulled her over to him and kissed her on the top of the head. “She wasn’t anything like you. Should we get you a doctor? Did she strain your heart?”

Andie looked up at him, tears in her eyes. “Whatever she did to my heart, you fixed it.”

“You sure?”

“I’m positive,” Andie said, and he kissed her again, solid and sure, and she thought, He knows me, and kissed him back.

“Get into bed,” he said finally. “You need rest.”

“I need you,” she told him. “But I need to see Alice and Carter first.”

“I talked to them. I told them what they did was brave and that they saved you.” He tightened his arms around her. “They really are amazing kids.”

“You have no idea,” Andie said.

“Well, I’m going to. I’ll have years with them to find out.” He stood up. “Want me to go with you?”

Andie shook her head and stood up, too. “I’ll just be a minute. Don’t wait up. Make the bed warm for me.” She tried a smile, and he bent and kissed her again, and she thought, Oh, thank God, he knows me, and then she went downstairs to the kids’ rooms.

“Carter?” she said, knocking softly on his door, and he said, “Come in.”

He was sitting on his bed, holding his bandaged hand, looking exhausted, but finally at peace.

“That was really brave,” she began, and he shook his head.

“I should have stopped it.” He sounded older, serious, and Andie got a glimpse of the adult he’d become. “I knew she wasn’t gone, but-”

“She was your aunt,” Andie said, coming to sit on the side of his bed. “She was the last family you had left.”

“She was dead,” Carter said. “And she wasn’t the last. We have you. And North.” He tried to make the last two words casual, but there was respect there.

“Yes, you do,” Andie said, vowing not to cry. “And Southie.”

“And Lydia,” Carter said, not sounding as sure, and Andie laughed and then he did, too. “No, she’s cool.”

“She’s a good person to have on your side,” Andie said. “Like you’re a good person to have on mine. I’ll never forget this, Carter.” She leaned forward and kissed his cheek. “Never. Now go to sleep. You’re starting school next week.”

“Already?” he said, appalled, and she laughed again and ruffled his hair and made him duck away.

“Sleep tight,” she said, and went to talk to Alice.

Alice’s room was empty.

Andie felt a clutch of panic and then got a grip. Alice would not run away, Alice would not leave the house, Alice would never leave Carter, Alice-

She heard voices from below and went to the head of the stairs. There was light in the hallway, as if from another room, and she went down to the ground floor and into the law office’s reception room.