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,

My eyes drifted to the empty pillow beside me, still perfectly fluffed from when I made the bed yesterday.Two years ago, my mornings were filled with the scent of brewing coffee, the rustle of newspaper pages turning, and Sarah’s sleepy smile when she’d catch me staring at her.