Ethan leans against the doorframe, his gaze fixed on you as you cradle Rose in your arms, her tiny body wiggling with laughter. The sound of her giggles fill the halls, bright and pure, her chubby cheeks flushed pink with joy. Ethan’s heart aches and yearns to step forward and hold you both, to feel the warmth of your skin and the weight of his daughter in his arms. He wants to tickle beneath Rose’s chin, watch her eyes sparkle and her wide, toothless grin light up the room. He wants to kiss your cheek and whisper how proud he is of you, of the family you’ve built together.

But he can’t.

All he can do is make the lights flicker, the floorboards creak, send a chill or warmth through the air. He can move objects, make them hover or slide, but never again will he be able to touch you. Never again.