Caroline's POV
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The last few days since she was summoned as a ghost, life hasn't been easy.
Oh, right... She technically didn't have a "life" to make easy anyway.
Okay, then existing as a ghost wasn't easy.
Yeah... That sounds much better. Or worse. Dear goddess.
Caroline couldn't feel hungry. Couldn't feel pain. Heck, emotions seemed distant these days.
Maybe that's why she was able to linger in the same pack as Regina without wishing she could bang her head into a wall and get a ticket back to the afterlife.
Either that or ghosts were capable of delusionally avoiding the fat ass elephant in the room as much as mortals.
Because each attempt by Regina to communicate with her was futile.
Until today.
"What are you doing here?" Caroline asked with a deep frown when she found Regina at a spot she least expected.
Standing in front of her freaking grave.
