River's POV
My eyes widen with shock and a little bit of fear because I'm staring at a ghost. A ghost who I thought died many years ago in a house fire, leaving me to fend for myself in the darkness. I didn't think ghosts were real until this very moment.
“It's you…" I breathe, my heart pounding in my chest as a tingle spreads across my skin. I don't know whether to jump with joy or curse him out. “Dad?"
The man I once knew as my father is standing a few feet away from me, his face half-lit by the source of light from the streetlamps as he wraps his arm tighter around the girl's neck he captured. He looks stockier than I remember as if he's put on weight and gotten toned. His eyes mirror mine as they stare intently, barely faltering or blinking. He seems unfazed.
The girl's eyes turn
