Mark is asleep in the guest room right now. He actually crawled into bed and went to sleep, exhausted by his own confession.

I’m sitting on the kitchen floor watching the sun peek through the blinds.

I wanted to pack a bag. I wanted to drive to a hotel and hire the most vicious divorce lawyer in the state. But I can’t. I tried to book a room an hour ago, and my debit card was declined. My credit cards are locked. My identity doesn’t belong to me anymore.

The sister who was supposed to be a ghost is the one living out my life across town. She has my name. She has my credit. She has my husband.

I am the ghost now. And I have nowhere left to haunt.

5. IMAGE PROMPT

Ultra-realistic high-drama photography, cinematic lighting, sharp focus, highly detailed, high-budget dramatic television style, deep depth of field, 4:5 vertical aspect ratio, eye-level voyeuristic camera angle, cold cinematic color palette. A distressed woman with thick auburn curls sitting alone in a heavily shadowed, dark living room at night. She is staring intensely at a faded Polaroid photograph held in her trembling hands. A single warm yellow side lamp illuminates her shocked, devastated facial expression. In the blurry background, out of focus, the silhouette of a man stands frozen near the entryway. Intense emotional tension, realistic environment details, feeling of betrayal and isolation.