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“I don’t want to feel decommissioned any more.” Kelsey slipped her hand off his arm and he missed it. He missed the comfort. He missed the connection.
“What?” Jason wondered where that had come from. He was still trying to shake off the memories of last Christmas, his dad already past being able to speak, but smiling as he wore his goofy hat. Meager presents opened on a hospital bed because no one could find the energy to shop for more.
“The lighthouses,” Kelsey pointed upward.
Jason hadn’t even noticed them. He could barely see anything other than the withered man who took up so little space on the vast bed.
“You think you’re a decommissioned lighthouse?”
“Can’t prove otherwise by me.”
He’d heard her story, about her i***t parents. Had they somehow pounded into this beautiful wom
