Posts in memories of a ghost

“You’re probably right,” she admitted, surprising him. “But safer doesn’t always equal better. Gavin, I was plodding through life. Double shifts at Ken’s, nursing classes every other day, more shifts at the hospital. Sleep, eat, work, study, and repeat. I didn’t like my life. I downright hated it some days. So, stop. I made my choice. I’m here. With you.”