A Stand-In for a Ghost

I fell in love with my therapist.

Everyone warned me she was a player who toyed with men's hearts and never caught real feelings.

Yet she treated me differently, cooking meals in an apron and whispering sweet comforts into the dead of night.

Recently, she even told me she wanted to have a baby with me.

I genuinely believed I was her one exception.

That was until I found the hidden medical chart in her bookshelf.

The photograph attached showed a boy who looked uncannily like me.

Only then