Elena never believed in ghosts. Not in the creaking floorboards or the cold spots in hallways, not in the flickering lights or the dreams that felt too real. She was a woman of science—a cardiologist who trusted only what could be measured, scanned, or sutured.
Abuela Rosa had raised her after her parents' accident. She was the one who taught Elena to read pulses before she could read words, to listen to the heart's murmur as if it were a language. On her deathbed, Rosa had squeezed Elena’s hand and whispered, “Mira las señales, mija. El alma nunca se despide sin dejar una huella.” Watch for the signs, my girl. The soul never says goodbye without leaving a mark. Signos Del Alma Rosemary Altea.pdf
Three months later, she began to doubt her own disbelief. Elena never believed in ghosts