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"Adam."
"Yeah, Barbara?"
The two ghosts stood at the foot of the large bed, a bed that nearly dwarfed the sleeping girl nestled into its blankets.
"Do you ever wonder what happened to our child?" Her eyes slid from the sleeping form of the young girl to the stoic man standing next to her.
"You mean in the afterlife." It wasn't a question.
Slender fingers wrapped themselves around Adam's hand. The grip was tentative and he squeezed back.
"Do you suppose he...or she became a ghost?"
A hint of a smile. "No, Barbara. I don't think so."
Two sets of eyes once again returned to the girl they now considered their own.
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So, this was something that I've been thinking about a lot lately. Did you ever notice how faraway and sad Barbara got when Jane mentioned not having a family in that house? Or how defensive Adam became when Barbara mentioned that conversation to him in the car?
I'm fairly convinced that Barbara had a miscarriage once upon a time. And it shook them both. I think that's why they consider themselves surrogate parents for Lydia.
