Ghost

Turned out it was possible to make a "meatball" out of chickpeas and a whole bunch of other spices feel and taste like meat if you drowned it in enough marinara sauce and cheese. While I was open to trying more of her meatless dishes, there was no way I was giving up my carne asada and pastrami cheeseburgers.

I knew my family would be happy about this turn of events. I started seeing Tara on a regular basis and never even sought out another therapist. It seemed pointless. Tara was more than open to talking about my feelings and even the occasional dreams I'd feel up to sharing with her now that we were a thing. What I hadn't shared with her, even though I knew she was a therapist and if anyone might understand this it'd be her, was I'd begun to feel Madeline's presence.

If I go before you, I will haunt you until the day we're back together.

It was crazy and I knew it, but a part of me couldn't help feeling like if anyone would keep good on her word, it'd be my spunky peanut. While a