Van
Eleven years ago
I stared in disbelief as too many thoughts circled through my mind.
“Hi, Van."
Her voice was the one I heard in that space between wakefulness and sleep. It came to me when I least expected it. After a successful deal alone with my bourbon, it would remind me that I had no one with whom to share it. Hell, sometimes when I was intimate, I'd see her eyes staring back at me.
A f*****g ghost, she haunted my thoughts.
As if it were All Hallows' Eve in the middle of the summer, the ghost became real.
Without my attending a séance and in the flesh, long blond hair, soft curves, smelling sweet, appearing innocent, and staring at me through wide open eyes, here she was.
I held tight to the doorjamb and edge of the front door, not opening the door any wider. My knuck
