I never meant to spy on her. But when I saw that little girl with pigtails, slipping letters into an abandoned mailbox, my curiosity got the better of me. What I discovered would force me to face the ghosts I’d been running from for two years.

I woke up to the sound of nothing. Just the hum of the refrigerator and the occasional creak of this old house settling into its foundation.My eyes drifted to the empty pillow beside me, still perfectly fluffed from when I made the bed yesterday.