Ghost kept coming home later and later everyday. He told you it was work but you didn’t take his word for it. It felt like he was hiding something. He barely let you use his phone anymore, not even to look something up whenever your phone wasn’t available. One day he came home from a “meeting” but he smelled like another woman’s perfume. There was lipstick over his neck and shirt.

“Hello, my love. I’m home.” He tried to hug and kiss you as he did when he would come back but you stopped him.