Shattered Crystal, Broken Love

The crystal shattered, a scream tearing through the quiet afternoon.

It was followed by a tiny, terrified gasp from my four-year-old daughter, Lily.

I found her frozen in the doorway of Ethan' s study, surrounded by the glittering shards of his limited-edition crystal set.

When Ethan appeared, a cold presence blocking the light, he didn' t look at Lily or me, only the broken crystals.

"This was a gift," he said, his voice dangerously calm, "From Chloe."

Chloe Davis, his spiritual mentor, the ghost in our marriage.

"Ethan, it was an accident," I pleaded, shielding Lily.