“T see motive in this note. So, even if it’s a small chance, I think we should still look into it.” “Have you found any more information on Ronaldo?” She sighs. “Yes. He died in 1947 of a cardiogenic shock.” My brows plunge. “A heart attack?” She shifts. “A broken heart. He died of broken heart syndrome.” My mouth dries. “I found some family history on him, but not much else. His life was kept pretty tightly under wraps, and I assume his boss had something to do with that.” “So, a dead end,” I conclude, nodding my head. I bite my lip, rolling it between my teeth as I contemplate my next move. “I think I need to go up into the attic,” I say with resignation. I may love ghosts, but fuck, that doesn’t mean I still have the desire to be possessed by a demon or whatever is up there. Daya's sage eyes whip to mine. I told her about the last note I found and how I felt there was something very negative up there. “You’re a masochist. You’re gonna get possessed if you go up there.” I snort. “I think it would’ve done so by now if it really wanted to. There could be more up there.” Daya sighs. “I’m going to die today,” she mutters. “You won’t die, just maybe a little possession,” I chirp as I round the island and make way towards the staircase. “Yeah, and guess who I’m terrorizing first?”