Chapter 25Sean struggled to find the words to say to the ghost who sat staring at him. His father’s resurrection had to be some sick joke concocted by God himself. When his chest tightened to the point where he could no longer breathe, he forced himself to gasp and take in new air. His eyes remained on his father’s.
“Why don’t you put the gun down, Sean,” his father said calmly, raising his hands to imply he wasn’t a threat. “I’m not going to hurt you.”
Sean’s eyes narrowed. His face twisted into a sneer. “That’s a hell of a thing for you to say to me,” he growled. “I should shoot you right now, you son of a bitch.”
Jack lowered his hands and scooted himself backward a few inches on his butt. “Why? Why would you shoot me, Sean?”
“Why?” Sean shouted, his upper body lurching forward and
