I smiled. Of course we wouldn't be, but I didn't say so. Our paths were unlikely to cross again unless it was so she could speak to Jacob's ghost. There was nothing about our lives that would cause them to intersect.
"Let me walk you to your door," I said, peering out at the rain still streaming down.
"No, I don't want Father to see you. I'll be all right. It's just a bit of water."
I laughed. It was almost the same words I'd spoken earlier to Celia. I squeezed her arm again, and fought off the melancholy that closed around me. I really would have enjoyed being Adelaide's friend. "One more thing," I said, turning my attention back to Jacob and his demise. "If you could press upon your parents the need to find Jacob's body."
"To learn the cause of his death?"
"Yes," I said, but it wasn't the whole reason. I hoped locating his body would mean Jacob could finally cross over to the Otherworld.
The thought opened up a hollow pit in my stomach.
Jacob crossing over would mean he'd be out of my life.
Forever.