Page 61 of Hot Girls Date Demons

“I'm just taking your blood pressure,” I tell her.

My hands are shaking.

The cuff slips twice.

“Dear heart,” Madame says softly.

I blink.

“What?”

“You look like you've seen a ghost. What's wrong, Pussycat?”

My eyes burn.

And before I can stop myself, I whisper:

“I can't feel him.”

Her expression immediately softens.

“Oh.”

“I know that sounds crazy.”

“No, it doesn't.”

The old woman reaches for my hand.

“Let me try.”

I almost laugh.

Try what?

But then Madame closes her eyes.

And I just stare as swirls of light seem to circle around her.

Suddenly, she gasps.

Her eyes snap open.

“Oh, Pussycat. I’m sorry, but he’s beyond my reach. He's crossed over.”

Everything inside me stops.

Crossed over.

Crossed over?

My heart breaks.

“No.”

Tears spill instantly.

“No, no, no.”