The Ghost Of Her Past

simple ceremony at the courthouse. It was awkward at first. We were two people bound by grief and

thinkable ha

s the same silent tragedy that had struck in my first life, but back then, my grief for Nicole was so overwhelmi

tiny casket this time. Our shared sorrow became the unexpected foundation of our relatio

rn. Our son. He was a bright

e at the end of it before the news broke. I poured my savings into expanding my auto repair shop, hiring two more mechanics. I invested in a t

e stable. Prosperous, for o

without pretense. Our marriage, born from a desperate arrangement, became real. I fell in love wi

devoured books. He built complex machines out of scr

ogram at Carnegie Mellon University. A few weeks later, a l

Carnegie Mellon." They took a picture of the three of us,

new life. But I also knew it was a beacon. It was shining a light, call