I Buried My First Love After He Died in a Fire 30 Years Ago – I Mourned Him Until I Realized Who My New Neighbor Was

Janet grinned. “Come on. Let’s go tell the world what really happened 30 years ago. It’s time to knock your mother off her pedastal.”

I looked at Gabriel, not Elias. Not the ghost. Not the boy I buried.

The past no longer owned either of us.

Gabriel.