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says here that the doctor treated her for a fever and she went home.” Logan smirked. “Get on your laptop and let’s see if there are any records that will tell us when this lady died.”
    “How do I access any online information about this story, though? The librarian said it’d all been blocked.”
    Logan smiled. “Where there’s a will, there’s a way. She’s my grandma, remember? The password is Logan_Hall_COD.”
    “Your name? Kind of a simple guess, no? But what’s COD?”
    “Call of Duty. She knows I’m a huge fan.”
    I chuckled. “Boys will be boys.” I clicked my keypad, entered the password and successfully logged into the Castleborough library records. I typed in the woman’s name. “It worked. She died in 1930.”
    “So, Ty visited her in her dreams, but she survived?” Logan’s mind raced as he rubbed his face. “I got it.”
    “What?”
    “Could he have warned her?”
    “But how? Why?”
    “He warned the mayor’s daughter, right? Maybe he was clairvoyant, but the townspeople saw that as witchcraft.”
    I nodded, pulling my legs up to my chest with my back resting against the back of my bed. “I’m still confused. What does the rest of the article say that his sister wrote?”
    Logan exhaled and continued reading. “I’m not sure what happened to my brother that day since no one would talk about it. But seeing as I couldn’t get to the top of the mountain, I’d be forever grateful if someone does find my brother’s remains so they can give him the burial he deserves. I know, without a doubt, that Ty was left there by the townspeople, and it breaks my heart that my brother has remained up there all alone for all these years. Do the right thing and bury my brother so his spirit can be free. Signed, Mary Abbott.”
    I stood and sat back on my bed with my hands cupped over my mouth. My heart raced as the room around me spun like an out-of-control Ferris wheel. I leaned over to try and catch my breath, but I felt as if I might faint right there in front of Logan.
    Logan stood. “What’s wrong?”
    My breathing erratic, my frightened eyes bored into Logan’s.
    “Beth, what’s wrong with you?”
    “That’s my last name. She has my last name? Which means he has my last name. What are the odds of that?”
    Logan dropped the article to the floor and took a step back. “It has to be a coincidence.”
    I shivered. “My aunt’s name was Vine Abbott until she met my uncle. I don’t think this house ever left our family.” Tears rolled down my face. “Do you know what this means?”
    “It means that Ty Abbott is your distant relative. It also means that…” Logan ran a hand through his brown hair. “It means that we’re going to the top of that mountain to bury him, doesn’t it?”
    I nodded, trembling from the inside out.

 
    C hapter Seven
     
    At some point during the early hours, Logan and I both dozed off. He used his jacket as a pillow on the floor and I had read through some additional articles before finally giving in to the heaviness of my eyelids. I didn’t want to sleep. I thought that just maybe if I stayed awake, Ty wouldn’t visit me in my dream and I would have bought myself more time. Not the case.
    His dark eyes haunted me again. This time, I paid closer attention to my surroundings in the dream. It first appeared that I stood at my window, but then, I stood on the top of the mountain, snowflakes falling on my hair. Ty knelt fifty feet from me as he gazed pleadingly up at the individuals who stood around him.
    I’d never seen this part of the dream. Each time he’d visited me, I only saw a close-up of his face. But this time, I stood at a distance, watching a scene unfold. My heart raced for him with a trembling inside that made me want to call out to the men who stood over him and tell them to stop. Something pushed me to do just that, knowing they wouldn’t hear me.
    I stepped forward, my heart aching for Ty. I yelled, “Stop!”
    The townspeople