Reborn ghost seeing lady is pampered by her ex husband

Phoebe did not keep count of the number of times she used the ghost notebook to help her clients. It wasn't as if the ghosts wanted her to keep track of how many times, she disturbed their rest.

As for her grandfather specifically, she had tried many times and stopped counting, there was a time when she would reach out ten times a day. When it did not work, she asked other ghosts if they had seen him on the side, never before had she got a positive response.

A sigh uncoiled from her. "I have lost count, but I can tell with full authority that never have I ever gotten a reply which confirms that grandpa is on the other side. It is why I started to suspect that he was not dead at all and something else had happened. He is out there; we need to find him and bring him home."

She thought Maureen would be on board immediately, but her aunt shuddered, suddenly feeling colder.

"Or....there is another theory." Maureen countered. "It could be that maybe his soul was consumed by a demon or perhaps he is in oblivion or hell!" She stated, sharing some of the scary thoughts that were running through her mind. "I hate to break it to you Pheebs but not every soul ends up in purgatory."

The spirit shook its head. "Cillian was not an ordinary person that would just go to hell without ghosts, demons and other dark creatures noticing. There would have been whispers and you would all have heard of them. He was a high-level guardian if a demon had killed him or managed to get his soul, it would have bragged about it to every hunter it came across. If he was in hell, they would be boasting and using it to demoralize the students of the academy. When have you ever known demons not to brag about such things? Besides, he is not in the book of the damned." It untangled the confusion.

Thinking on it's words, hope began to surge again in Maureen's veins. Could her father really be out there? Why was he not coming home then? It was impossible for her father to be alive and not reach out to his beloved wife.

Suddenly she thought of another possibility and her eyes lit up like a bulb. "Or....or, there is one other probability. Pheebs, my father did not know you so perhaps he is not responding because you two are strangers. Tell him that I, his favorite daughter in the world wants to see him. Try that in your little magic notebook." Maureen rubbed her hands together.

To Phoebe it made a little sense so she tried imploring Cillian to appear and speak with his daughter, but they only got silence as a response.

"And you are sure that this book works? You have tried summoning others, and they appeared?" Maureen asked, her voice laced with doubt.

Nodding Phoebe dropped a few names of people Maureen was familiar with. "Even Linda Verndermont and last week I spoke to Luther and told him to see if grandpa is over there. He said no, your father is not on the other side aunt." She shut the book which vanished immediately for its purpose was done.

"I also asked for a few favors in places that I cannot mention but he is not in hell or any place qualified to be heaven. He has also not reincarnated." The Saxon spirit spread its arms out, gesturing at Maureen. "Do you get the general idea now?"

Maureen raised her hands to her trembling mouth. "My goodness! My father is alive, he is really alive." She stood up, her body shaking because she did not feel stable. "What do we do? How do we find him?"

A knock on the door elicited silence in the room, dropping the topic immediately.

Grandma Mayfair's head popped in. "Boyd is here, should I chase him away?" Her voice lacked the usual enthusiasm which she had when she was dealing with Alton Boyd.

Maureen raised her brows. "You! Chase him away? Am I missing something?" Questions tumbled out of her, one after the other. "Who are you and what have you done with my mother the Alton Boyd obsessed woman?"

Maureen was not finished, she opened her mouth and mimicked her mother, "Alton Boyd is the best, Alton Boyd is so sweet he brought you flowers, Alton Boyd...."

Grandma Mayfair pushed the door wider and entered putting a handout to stop her daughter. "Listen honey, I noticed that you were really uncomfortable when that man proposed. I will admit that I was happy when I thought it was a great thing but that was before...." The rest of the words dried on her tongue because Phoebe had told her about Boyd's problems, and she did not want her daughter to know. "So, what do you want me to tell him." She diverted to a question.

Maureen twisted her lips, wondering what had caused the drastic change in her mother. "There is no point in avoiding him, let him in." She gestured.

Grandma Mayfair stepped out for a minute and returned with him.

"Maureen..." Boyd appeared with his charming enthusiastic smile. His smile fell immediately when he noticed that Maureen was not wearing the ring. "I see that you are not wearing the ring I gave you. Do you not like it? That's okay, I promise to get you a better one when I make more money." A rueful smile made its way to his lips.

Grandma Mayfair rolled her eyes. "The courteous thing would be to greet her first and those in the room like Phoebe. Anyway, give my child time to think about this marriage first Mr. Alton, do not pressurize her into anything. If she doesn't want to wear a ring, let her."

Boyd was taken aback by the old woman's words. She was normally his biggest fun and was the most excited person about the proposal but now she was talking about pressure! Was she not the one that was applying it on her daughter when it came to getting married?

"Mr. Alton?" He repeated, wondering why she was referring to him by that name as if they were strangers. What had happened to Boyd?

Phoebe pulled on her grandmother's hand. "We will give you guys some privacy, Nana come on."

The spirit had to help in dragging the old woman away because she had her feet pinned to the floor. She did not want to leave Maureen with Alton now because when she looked at the man, she saw trouble.