My stepmother hesitated, her face pale.
Maybe my trembling hands threw my dad off because suddenly, he stood up.
I gave a subtle nod, and my mom, floating nearby, looked stunned.
With two sharp slaps, my dad hit my stepmother across the face.
“This is what you owe her!” he yelled.
“Now go give my daughter your blood!”
I fingered the necklace around my neck, smirking as I asked,
“Mom, happy now?”
The ‘Tears of Love’ necklace was indeed a token of love between my dad and mom, my real mom, the one who was now a ghost.
My stepmother had tried to coax it out of my dad so many times, but he never budged. Today, she was testing him again, and well...
I do love watching them play their little games of mistrust.
My mom’s ghost floated over, trembling slightly.
“Alright, you win,” she said.
“But I don’t want you hurting yourself just to prove a point!”
Now that’s something only a real mom would say.
I’d been able to see her since I was born, always floating around like a fairy.
She was always smiling.
“My Sienna, you’re going to grow up happy and healthy, okay?”
Whenever I pouted and asked for a hug, she’d immediately try to hold me, only to pass right through me.