by Meredith Bronwen Mallory (garnettrees)
Disclaimer: X-Men, all associated characters and imagery are all property of Marvel Comics. I make no money by writing this, and intend no disrespect.
Trigger Warnings: brief mentions of war, discussion of death, (hopefully compassionate) portrayal of postpartum depression.
Summary: If only it was the house that was haunted, or some war-era antique. If only it were the room, or the grounds-- something she could wave away with holy water or burning sage.
Sharon Xavier knows it's not the little Cambridge row house, or the mansion, or anything else that's haunted.
It's her son.
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