Good Spirits (Ghosted #1)

by B.K. Borison

Because not even the people who are supposed to love me can find a way to do it. Because I’m so fucking tired of trying, only to come up short. All the time.

“I could spend an eternity studying you and still not know what you might do next. You give so much of yourself, so freely. You’re . . .wild with your attentions. Miraculous. I’ve seen so many lives, Harriet, but I’ve never seen someone live like you.”

“What a gift that is. To still wish and dream and want. To find the good. To wear it on your sleeve.”