I stood in the center of my living room, surrounded by stacks of cardboard boxes that held pieces of the life I was on the verge of leaving behind.
Tonight was meant to be a send-off—a final nod to the new beginning I’d planned with Eric, the man who had patiently helped me rebuild after my divorce.
Then came a knock at the door.
It was firm, confident—and strangely familiar.
My heart lurched.
No.
It couldn’t be.
Wiping my sweaty palms on my jeans, I stepped toward the door, each step weighted with uncertainty.
When I pulled it open, my breath caught in my throat.
“Tom?”
There he stood—my ex-husband, the one who had left me shattered years ago. He looked like a man who had lived a dozen lifetimes since I last saw him. His hair, once so carefully styled, now stuck out in every direction. His face was etched with fatigue. And his eyes…
They were filled with regret.
A Ghost Reappears
“May I come in?” he asked quietly.
I should have refused, but I found myself stepping aside.
Continue reading on next page…