•❅──✧❅Sebastian’s P.O.V.❅✧──❅•
“Dad’s seeing someone,” Daphne says into the phone. She huffs out a sigh, and I can hear Taylor swearing in the background.
“Dad is seeing someone?” I repeated. From the corner of my eyes, I see my mother’s spirit sharply turn her head in my direction as though she can hear me. Almost like she understands the context of our conversation.
There’s no way she can know, right?
“Yeah. He came home smelling like cheap perfume.”
“Duche Louie. That bad-smelling perfume mom used to hate. It’s like he’s dating someone who’s the opposite of her. I can’t believe he would do this. Isn’t sixty years the normal mourning period?” Taylor pitched in. The tone of her voice was snippy.
I looked around the kitchen, Malcolm had headphones in. Kaito was sleeping on the couc
