Haunted By Her Ghost

Chapter 27: Haunted By Her Ghost LOGAN I didnt want to admit it, but now that I was alone and not performing for anyone, I could finally say it. The room felt too big, too empty without her, and although she may not be here, doesn't mean that her presence wasn't greatly felt. Every surface in the room held reminders of her—the book on her nightstand. The framed photo of the three of us from Nick's second birthday. The small jewelry box where she kept her jewerly, the ones she owned before marrying me. I'd never bought her expensive jewelry. Never bought her much of anything, really. She never asked for things, never complained about what she didn't have. I'd thought that meant she didn't want anything. Now I wondered if she believed that she wasn't something permenant. My phone buz