"Just this. Just you being here."
"I'm not going anywhere. Ever."
"I know."
We got married three months later. Small ceremony. No ghosts.
Last week, I got a message from an unknown number.
"Sarah left. She took Emma. I lost everything again. I know I don't deserve your forgiveness, but I need you to know — leaving you was the worst mistake of my life."
I read it twice.
Then I blocked the number.