TITLE: The Secret Life of Mindy Palmer
GENRE: Young Adult
It's three months since Mindy died, and every time I pass her room it whispers, "Come inside, I have things to tell you".
Until today I have always hurried by, in the same way you walk quickly to avoid talking to homeless people in the street.
It has taken me this long to glue the pieces back together, to be able to say my sister's name out loud. Three months to feel my heart beating again, to build up the courage to try to find out how Mindy really died.
My stomach churns as I creep through the darkened doorway and open the curtains to let in the last light of the day. Mindy's ghost is everywhere. It's in the perfume of the coat hanging on the back of the chair, the gold edged debutante photo on her desk, and the rush of memories that bite at my cheeks like a cold wind.
I can't breathe in here. My sobs follow me out the door, to my room where I grab my laptop. I stumble into the kitchen and bang the computer down on the table. Somehow, being in the middle of the house makes me less alone.
I lower myself into the soft nest of the chair and turn the computer on. Fear glues my clothes to my skin and it feels as if claws are ripping at my heart. I gulp back tears, tap a staccato beat on the keyboard and wait for the browser to load.