The Ghost Of Her Past

ng weight in my chest, and the impossibl

rything w

an on my own lawn, betrayed by t

iar wooden pews of St. Michael's church. It was Nicole' s

an insane proposition: marry her younger daught

horrified by the thought,

nd seething with a cold, hard resolve. I knew what was

this

ria, my voice steady, my decision ma

ven a second chance, and this