obsessing over my health, urging me to move back. Her grief had turned into something darker. I confronted her. At her house, I found a shrine to me—photos, flowers, candles. She admitted,

“I just couldn’t lose you too.” Realizing she needed help, I convinced her to move closer to us. We took down the headstone and shrine, and though healing will take time, that eerie visit to the cemetery revealed the truth that saved us both from staying trapped in the past.