Maryanne wasn't sure what to say. What could she say. She could feel the pain and the want in both of their voices. "He's the reason I was able to stop curling at the foot of your bed Mitchell. I couldn't do it on my own." She almost hated admitting to that weakness. But she felt it needed to be said. She had needed them both.
"I wasn't doing him for vengeance. Or to betray you." She promised. It was exactly as the Ghost had said. She was lonely. Lonelier than she could say outloud.