Volume 1 of my life was closed. The story of the ghost was over.
The mystery was solved, justice was served, the girl was laid to rest. It was a complete story, with a beginning, a middle, and an end. I had been a character in an extraordinary tale, but that tale was finished. I placed the old box of evidence,
the "History Project," on the top shelf of my closet.
I didn't need to look inside it anymore. I had absorbed it. It was a part of me now.