I text back: I love you more than the ghost hates me. I pocket my phone. At my choice of words, I instantly recall the past. Something my dad said to me once. I can practically hear his voice. “You can hate me for two days, Maximoff, but I’ll love you for a thousand more.” I was almost seven, and my parents grounded me for the first time. I screamed, “I hate you!” at my dad. Not thinking, not realizing how much that must’ve hurt him. And that’s what he told me.
