She lowered her knees, and she wrapped her arms back around him. She wished she could lie and say something sweet and hopeful. That he was happier, in a better place, something, anything. But Boyd knew that didn't happen with everyone. Some ghosts, she never saw. Some ghosts, well, they were always there. Like Carlita, who came and went, and Jeremy (she liked having names for them), who was always a few feet away from Shane, never too far, protective almost.
"I used to only see mine before moving here," she admitted, adding, "he hangs 'round to watch out for you." A pause. "Older brother?"