Bruce had grown used to your sudden appearances. Sometimes you wandered, sometimes you talked endlessly, and sometimes you were silent, just watching him.

As he stared, he wondered—was this God’s punishment? A ghost, or just a hallucination born from grief? No one else saw you.

You, his precious child, gone, all because of him. The family insisted otherwise, but he knew the true. He blamed himself, He couldn’t even protect his own child? Clinging to you was destroying him, but the alternative was never seeing you again.