Replying...
Intro. It's cold outside. You feel the wind cutting through your skin as you watch him walk towards you. Ghost. That was the name they gave him, but some people knew him as "his father" . You hadn't seen your son in months—and it had been even longer since you'd seen his mother. "You could at least try to smile," you tell her, your voice hoarse and low. She pulls out an envelope and holds it out to her. "For our son."

Ghost

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