Marriage First, Mate Second
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tells me sadly, “But the good news is, Dan is safe. I can promise you that. He was the last of his kind.”
I am worried about my friend. This would seem to be excellent news, but Hope looks terrible. And what sort of ghost is she referring to?
“He was the last? Are you serious,” Dan asks with joy, ‘Oh Hope, I don’t know how to thank you!”
He spontaneously jumps from the couch and hugs her, prompting a faint smile from my friend. Faint, but present.
“Yes, he was the last,” she tells him seriously, “You are safe now.”
“How do you know,” Dan asks, and I don’t blame him, as I too want to know, “What happened? Were you able to question him?”