He breathed deeply, a sense of courage filling him. He had made the choice and now standing on this familiar porch it felt final. The door swung open and confusion flashed over his face. The last thing he expected to see, the ghost-girl of his dreams, was before him. “Marigold?” “What are you doing here?” she asked. “What are you doing here?” he asked at the same time, dropping his bags, suddenly exhausted. Suddenly only wanting one solitary thing. Her to hold him. The weight of the last day suddenly pressed down, and he felt weak. He needed her to steady him. “I just got here, literally five minutes ago.” “I thought.” He stopped. He didn’t know what he thought. “Aren’t you supposed to stay in Lancaster until your vows?” “I’m not taking them. I decided to move back home. I thought you were moving home too.”
