The presence of the ghost of Catherine's father was not a surprise to Jill. Though she hadn't actually seen him until now, she had sensed him following her around the house as she did her daily chores, and sometimes saw a fleeting shadow out of the corner of her eye; he seemed to like being in the kitchen with her as she cooked meals and baked bread. Although he was known to have been unyielding and sometimes cruel in his lifetime, especially in his relationship with his wife and daughter, Jill had never felt anything negative when he was present, but rather an almost protective shadowing.
Uncle Jake had told her and Seth that Catherine's father was a broken man after the death of his grandson, that he never socialized and seldom spoke anything more than what was absolutely necessary, instead spending much of his time in the rocking chair on the back porch staring out across the fields or up in the attic standing next to Joseph's cradle as he peered out the small window facing the family cemetery where Catherine and his grandson had been interred.
Jill often wondered if Catherine's father had felt any remorse for the actions that caused his wife and daughter, and ultimately himself, so much pain. Seeing the specter of him now, sitting there on the edge of the bed with his head in his hands, sobbing loudly, filled her heart with compassion and she felt drawn to sit down on the chair next to the bed.
(To be continued)
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