Ankyra Sound Judah sees a ghost

Her ghost- when had she begun to think of him as hers?- touched her shoulder with a soft caress. Blossom’s teary eyes lifted from the distant sea, the swell of it captivating and terrifying her all in a single blow.

My daddy is gone. She whispers the deepest of her fears to the ghost, unsure of why, only knowing this is not something she can say to her momma, to Boone, to Mae. They all are hurt, and Blossom needs to be steady. For them. Her hurts are not so big when she looks at them and theirs.

I don’t think he’s gonna come back. If Lestan could, he would have, wouldn’t he? Even if momma didn’t love him anymore? Even if she had Boone, because Lestan had loved Blossom, right?

She sniffled, and leaned against the ghost.

I wish I could take away all the hurts. M-Make everyone happy. Blossom didn’t want to hurt, she wished it never hurt again and she just lived her days in a rosey pink haze. Like before.