text: — a little louder.
  
  from his breathing .
  from his chest.
  
  as his breath became slower, hazel hues stopped to blink, browns slowly fading into the same lifeless grays of his son.
  
  what's going . . . on ?
  an apparition ?
  
  a delusion ?
  
  Gio remained in his hold, seemingly to have stopped —