Maddie

Her baby was dead, and she never noticed. She did notice. She didn't want to. Her baby boy, her son gone, gone… gone. He wasn't coming back. She noticed, but she didn't want to, now she had to. Her baby was gone.

She saw the injuries it came back with. It, it looked like her son. Her son. I got hurt. It deserved it, it wasn't her son. She could ignore the ghost, she could ignore it. She couldn't ignore her son. Her son wasn't hurt, he was gone.

Ghosts weren't that clever, her son was. She missed her son. He could have been like his sister, just as bright. He had so much potential, her son. The ghost wasn't that smart, not like her son. She missed her son, but he was gone.

The ghost wasn't her son… couldn't ever be her son. She didn't want to think about it. How it wasn't her son. She couldn't pretend anymore. It wasn't her son, NOT her son. She couldn't pretend, not anymore.

Her son was dead.