"A ghost." Erskine nearly burst out laughing, but then he decided he really, really liked this charade. It was a nice charade. A good charade. And it would be ruined if he started laughing.

"No," he confirmed that decision out loud. "No, I'm good." Did he even need to confirm...? No. No, in that direction, nothing but madness lay, so Erskine stopped thinking about it. "Tell me more about your kids. What were they like when they were born?" He paused, but there was really no way he couldn't ask. "What went wrong with that fourth one?"

He kept throwing sidelong glances at the man, trying to accept what he was looking at. And it just didn't work. It was Micah.

Ghastly and Dex were both right about that sense of humour, though.