Disclaimer: I do not own Ghost Whisperer, nor do I know Jennifer Love Hewitt so don't ask for her autograph.

Mrs. Steinbeck looked very taken aback at the sudden news. It was clear to Melinda that she never thought that Teddy would do anything to hurt his daughter and she could see that the woman was as much surprised at hearing her son confessed to being responsible for Brooklyn's death as she was at hearing that Brooklyn was not Teddy's sister but in fact his daughter.

"Are you alright, Mrs. Steinbeck?" Melinda asked the woman quietly. The woman put a hand to her chest.

"I don't believe it, are you sure?" Melinda just nodded. "I won't believe this, Teddy would never hurt his daughter, at least not intentionally."

"Than perhaps it was an accident. I'm thinking that when Teddy heard about Brooklyn's body being pulled from the wreckage, he was afraid of what he had caused to happen and so he went into hiding so no one would find him out. Now, I think he can't come to terms with what happened and he can't live with himself for causing his daughter's death so he confessed." There was a flashing sound and Melinda looked passed Mrs. Steinbeck. Brooklyn was sitting on the woman's other side. She was much dryer, though still wet and the gash in her head had almost receded to nothing. Melinda knew she was getting close to when the child would finally be able to cross over. They always became pure and clean again when it was that time. "Oh my God," she said quietly.

"What, what is it?" the woman asked in a worried tone.

"She's here," Melinda responded, just as quietly.

"Who's here?"

"Brooklyn." The woman looked at Melinda for a moment as though she were crazy and Melinda didn't blame her, people always had that reaction to her if she showed in someway that she could make contact with spirits. The woman glanced around the room as though looking for the child and then looked back at Melinda, her face set.

"Miss, my granddaughter is dead and you have the nerve to play foolish jokes like this!" She stood up and pointed toward the door. "Get out of my house!"

"It's not a joke," Melinda said quietly, standing up.

"Tell her," she heard Brooklyn say.

"Tell her what?" Melinda asked, looking at the child who was still sitting on the couch.

"I beg your pardon?!" Mrs. Steinbeck shouted. She marched over to the door, pulled it open, and pointed outside. "I told you to get out, you crazy woman!"

"Tell her that I still have the locket she gave me on my sixth birthday." Melinda looked at the woman who was fuming, her face red with anger.

"She says to tell she still has the locket." The woman dropped her arm and her face softened. She did not look angry anymore, instead, she appearly merely surprised.

"How did you know I gave Brooklyn a locket?" she asked in a surpisingly calm voice.

"I told you Mrs. Steinbeck, she's here. Brooklyn's spirit is here. She's sitting right there on the couch."

"Tell her I love her very much and I don't want her to be mad at you," Brooklyn said.

"She says she loves you and not to be mad at me," Melinda told the woman. Tears were now former in the older woman's eyes.

"I love you too Brooklyn," she said, staring at the couch. Then she looked back at Melinda. "Tell her that for me."

"She knows," Melinda replied. "She can hear you."

"Tell her I said I'll see her soon, I'll see her when she gets to the light."

"She says she'll see you when it's your time." At this the woman cried even harder and nodded her head slightly.

"We have to go now, we have to tell Teddy."

"Tell Teddy what?" Melinda asked but Brooklyn just smiled and vanished. Melinda turned back to Brooklyn's grandmother. "Thank you for your time Mrs. Steinbeck but I have to be going. Brooklyn has a message she wants me to deliver to Teddy and I still am not sure what it is. The only inkling I have is that she wants him to know that her death wasn't his fault." Mrs. Steinbeck wiped her eyes, smiled and nodded. Then she walked Melinda to the door.

"Thank you," she said, "For letting me talk to my granddaughter one last time."

"You're welcome Mrs. Steinbeck," Melinda told her and she headed out the door down to her car.

A/N: Sorry it took a few days to update with chappie 7, I was busy with some other stuff but here it is. I will try and get chappie 8 up as soon as I can. The earliest will probably be later tonight but I don't know yet. I am actually determined to finish this story. Well, I hope you all enjoyed this chappie too. Remember to R&R. See you in chappie 8!