The Ghost Wife's Reckoning

I started th

otos, the wedding album, the smiling faces from a life that was a

py of the speech I wrote that launched Ethan's p

flames, he burst thr

lled, his voice raw, the am

his face. He lunged for it, shoving his hand direct

med, clutching the scorched fra

ace, his eyes wide with fear. He tried to retreat back into his charact

ruined speech, and felt nothing. No

voice as cold as the night air. "If

e by the fire with the ashes of our past. I went upstairs to check on the fina

rge oak tree in the backyard ruined her garden v

, Ethan ordere

capsule Leo and I had buried at its roots. It held his first finger painting

ts. He pointed to the wood chipper.

uring the tree, the capsule, the

tood before him, the noise of the chipper grindi

know w

rina, who was smiling from the patio. "I don't k

ppeared. Her car was found by the Potomac River, along with a note. A

government safe house. Andrew Clark, the Vice

ria," he said sof

sitting up. "It's