[In her experience, the ghosts are often more real than the rest. More real than anyone she's been, especially during those nights when she can't sleep and all she sees is the blood on her hands. Her hand tightens its grip, and she exorcises all that she can, not a cloud crossing her face for all that there's a brief storm inside. A stranger does not know her. A stranger will not know her.
When she looks at him, finally, her eyes are serene, light and untroubled.]
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When she looks at him, finally, her eyes are serene, light and untroubled.]
I could be convinced.