Chapter 5: Ghost at the Bottom of Maple Creek
A week later, I woke up from my coma—already at the bottom of Maple Creek.
The water was cold, but not unfriendly. I blinked up at the rippling surface, wondering how long I’d been gone.
I wanted to go ashore to take a look, but I was afraid someone would see me. Not the best way to make an entrance.
I could almost picture the headlines: “Back-from-the-dead girl haunts Maple Heights!” Not exactly the legacy I wanted to leave.
After all, I’d lived here for seven or eight years. Everyone in town knew me.
Maple Heights isn’t the kind of place where you can disappear quietly. Folks notice when you’re gone—and they remember when you come back.
That year, after a fight with my dad, I’d run away from the Wolf Lodge. I wandered along the river, stopped to rest, and Caleb just happened to find me and pull me out.
I was cold, shivering, and half-wild. Caleb didn’t hesitate—he wrapped me in his jacket and carried me back to town, muttering about stubborn girls and freezing rivers.
He and the townsfolk had taken care of me all these years. They’d been so good to me—I couldn’t just pop up and scare them all.
Mrs. Thompson used to bring over fresh-baked pies, and old Mr. Jenkins would fix my bike for free. I owed them more than I could ever repay.
But fate has its own plans.
You can hide from the world, but not from what’s coming. Sometimes, life drags you back into the spotlight, whether you’re ready or not.













