The betrayal on the blonde woman's face seemed real. Ivy walked towards the small kitchen, gesturing for the other woman to follow her. This was an expression of trust, but Ivy was still hyper-aware of the maybe-stranger's movements.

"Well it's not like she's not around," Ivy said, with a shrug of her shoulders. It was uncouth to accuse a ghost — and Thomasin would never let her heart the end of it if she was wrong. "And I wasn't sure anyone would believe me."