For months the space next to me had been empty. Yet tonight, it was occupied by a stranger. My husband glared at him.

“How could you do this to me?” he whispered.

“Til death do us part,” I replied.

My husband glowered. His ghostly figure slowly disappeared into the darkness.

Patricia Santillan likes climbing up chairs because she is too short to reach the top cupboard. Because self-love is important to her, she loves hugging herself. Her most recent publications can be found in Leaves of Ink and Fairy Talez.