Chapter 4 - Harvey

Her father doesn’t believe her.

No, he doesn’t believe himself.

When he looks down between the rotten boards, he sees the inside of the well, his face reflecting off the surface of the murky water.

“There’s no one there.”

June looks down, too. She doesn't see anyone, either.

“Maybe you saw a ghost;” her father says with a grin. The smile is empty.

Even though June insists, he shrugs her off.

He doesn’t tell her about what he’s seen.

How her mother comes to him, every night, to speak to him. To sleep, to talk, as if she were still alive.

He doesn’t tell her, because he thinks that it’s a hallucination, a product of a grieving brain.

He doesn’t want her to think that she’s alone, that he can’t take care of her, of her little sister.

So he goes back to the farmhouse, and pours himself a drink instead.