Too Late to Love Me

My boyfriend had racked up a considerable debt to pay for his mother's medical treatment. To pay it off, we worked regular jobs during the day and took on side hustles at night and on weekends. That night, I was dressed up like a ghost, hiding in the corner of a haunted house attraction, waiting to jump out and scare the next group of customers, just like we rehearsed.

Soon, a disheveled couple stumbled in, locked in a passionate kiss. The woman called out her boyfriend's name with a coy tone, "Howard, be gentle!