Ghost of a Forgotten Life

We’re all ghosts

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Robert sat on the edge of his bed. The room was dark, except for a pool of light coming from the old green banker’s lamp on his desk. His hands were folded together in his lap. His head hung forward and his shoulders drooped down. He breathed slow and shallow. Robert had given up.

“I’m sorry,” he breathed, his voice cracking and barely audible over the ever present…