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The alarm on Seth's phone plays a tinkling song, the same annoying jingle he refused to change. It was the only sound that cut through his deep sleep. Usually, I can ignore it since it isn't my alarm, but today I'm up long before it goes off. I already made coffee for Seth, because today he's on his way to South Carolina with his film crew.
About six months ago, he landed a filming deal for his job as a Ghostbuster—or, as normal people call it, Supernatural Investigator. Seth travels around a lot due to the filming locations, and I remain at home, mostly. Sometimes I go with him. I have fun watching him in his element, but lately, things are strained. He's distant, barely talks, and I'm scared this is the end for us.
I should stay in Churchville, Virginia, but I won't. Instead of le
