Do ghosts walk through walls or do they need a doorway open to allow them to pass from one room into another? But, wait, are there really such things as ghosts?
Sophia Knight, wife of two-time Nobel Prize-Winning Physicist, Johnathan Knight lays on her death bed. There is some terrible secret she has kept from her husband the entire time they've been married. Yet, her strength is getting weak from cancer. She lays in bed and stares out over the Pacific Ocean and watches the sun go down, wondering if it will be her last sunset she will ever see.
Lacey Robinson, her caretaker, has been with her since the day she and Johnathan were married. There's no doubt she loves the Nobel Prize-winning scientist to the end of the world, but losing her strength daily has convinced her she must tell her husband of this terrible secret she has hidden for so many years. Lacey tries to convince her she should tell him in person, but she decides a letter should be written and given to him only after her death.
There's only one catch. There are only two people who know of this secret, and that's Lacey Robinson and Mrs. Knight. As the room turned dark from the setting sun, Sophia asked Lacey to turn the lamp on by the bedside. While she does as instructed, Sophia reached over and in one large gulp, swallowed an entire bottle of pain medicine.
"My God, Mrs. Knight...why! I must run and fetch Doctor West!"
Sophia replies quickly. "No, my dear, you only need to lock the door and come back and sit by me. We have a letter to write."
"No, please, let me get the doctor." A cold hand closed around her heart.
"Sit down and write!" Death hung in the air like a suffocating blanket.
Mrs. Knight dictates the letter to Lacey and with her weak and trembling hand-signed the bottom. This letter is the beginning of the end for both Sophia and Lacey.
