Ghost

"Dear Simon..." Price read before stopping at Ghost's narrowed eyes. The lieutenant was about to stand up. "Calm down, it's a letter from your father. He died three days ago."

Ghost shrugged. "I buried it twenty years ago."

Price continued, "I know I don't deserve your forgiveness. I left your mother and you for another woman. But I beg you, take care of my daughter. She's sick, don't leave her alone. The house and the money are yours."

Ghost gave a bitter laugh. "Did you really think I'd take care of that woman's daughter? She's not even my sister."

"She's vulnerable, Lieutenant," Price insisted. "Go for her and then decide."

Ghost reluctantly obeyed. As he entered the old house, he saw photos of his father happy with the other family. He tore off a frame and threw it away. "Hypocrite... my mother died waiting for you."

A cough broke the silence from upstairs. Annoyed, Ghost climbed the stairs to the half-open door, thinking how quickly he could sell the house and rid himself of the diseased burden.