A ghost can be a lot of things. A memory, a daydream, a secret. Grief, anger, guilt. But in my experience, most times they’re just what we want to see.
If you’re worried about your children, you don’t let anyone tell you what you’re feeling is wrong. You don’t let anyone tell you to relax, especially someone who didn’t carry those souls in their core, feel them growing. Stand firm between the world out there and these little souls, because the world out there has teeth, and it is hungry and it is stupid and it eats and eats mindlessly. It doesn’t care that they’re innocent. You listen to your gut. Hold the door. Even if it makes them hate you. Even if he does.