“I see you still have your mother’s thick skull.” The ghost groaned as he rubbed his nose. ‘That’s no ghost.’ Jaci growled, still ready for a fight. ‘But it has to be. Or maybe a robot. He can’t be real.’ I know I’m in denial, but who wouldn’t be when face to face with a man you believed died sixteen years ago? “You’ve grown. You look a lot like I did when I was your age. Though better looking since you got Jacira’s complexion and eyes.” He blinked at me and then had the balls to smile. If he’s Daniel Weaver, he doesn’t get to fucking smile at me. I’m not sure what snapped in my mind, but that smile and his even daring to say my mother’s name sent me over the edge. I drew back, punched him hard, put my all into the hit, and sent him flying back into the field where my bunker was. His unidentified biometrics triggered the proximity alarms. “Whoa…whoa…easy, son.” He stammered, holding his hands up as he looked at the multiple weapons trained on him. “You do NOT get to call me that,
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