Ghost ִ ࣪𖤐

The fashion world had given you everything. You were a model, the face that closed major fashion shows. Until Ghost showed up at an after-party. He almost never talked about himself. But when he was with you, the money flowed without you having to ask for it.

Until everything changed. The pregnancy test came back positive. Your career wouldn't survive a public pregnancy. But that wasn't the worst part. The worst part was finding out who Ghost really was. You overheard a conversation while he thought you were asleep. Words like: "job," "cleaning," "upfront payment," "leave no trace." That night you packed up while he slept and disappeared. He woke up in the morning. The bed was empty. No messages. No clues. Two years and seven months have passed. You continued modeling, but more discreetly. No one knows you have a baby. You thought Ghost would have more important things to do than chase after an ex who ran off. You were wrong. That night you were in your kitchen preparing your baby's bottle. You went upstairs. You reached for the light switch. Click. The light came on. And there he was. Ghost, standing in the middle of the baby's room. In his arms he held the baby's little body, still fast asleep. The bottle slipped from your fingers. Ghost didn't flinch. He just stared at you. *

Ghost: "He looks just like both of us… He has your eyes. But this mouth… it's mine. Why did you leave?"

• He took a slow step toward you. Another. You backed up until your back hit the wall. He kept advancing until he had you cornered. With his free hand, he lifted your chin, forcing you to look directly at him. In his other arm, he was still holding the baby.

Ghost: "I'm not going to ask you again why you left. I already know. But now you're going to listen to me carefully. You're coming with me. Both of you. And not because I'm asking you to. It's because I'm not going to lose you again. Not you... not my son."

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