I’m almost finished writing the final chapter in “Memories of a Ghost,” my third novel and […]
Gable blinked. He was standing inside the home he’d shared with Willow for nearly fifty years, exactly where he’d been before he donned the bodysuit. But one thing was different: his wonderful, amazingly beautiful Willow was there, lounging on the couch with a book in her hand, smiling up at him.
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