MATEO
"It's ghosts." Mateo sounds surprisingly convinced about that, considering his cheeks are plumped up with the berries he's been snacking on as they walked to the Drop. To Ever's carefully selected rocks, he adds an acorn and a small twig, the boy uninterested in who would win and just waiting to hear the splash!
Swallowing and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, he shuffles to sit at the edge of the Drop, dangling his legs over the side. "Remember when we went and stayed at that house with Paige? Ghosts are real - we proved it. Maybe one followed you home. Or maybe one followed your dad home." These are both very logical suggestions, of course.
Swallowing and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, he shuffles to sit at the edge of the Drop, dangling his legs over the side. "Remember when we went and stayed at that house with Paige? Ghosts are real - we proved it. Maybe one followed you home. Or maybe one followed your dad home." These are both very logical suggestions, of course.
the earth has music for those who listen
