Simon

Ghost and Xim had been separated for months, after such a stupid fight that they couldn't even remember who had started it.
And there they were, sharing custody of their two children, living separate lives.

Ghost was angry ever since he found out you were trying something with another man, because he still felt something for you but his pride wouldn't let him.
Every time I picked up the children to spend the weekend with them, I ended up asking the same questions.

—And what did your mother do today?

-Job.

—And then?

—We watched a movie.

-Nothing else?

-Yeah.

Ghost continued driving for a few seconds.

—Has anyone been to the house?

-Who?

—I don't know. Maybe a friend.

The children looked at each other.

-Yeah.

Ghost raised an eyebrow.

—The same man?

-I think so.

—And what's her name?

—We don't know.

—Is he tall?

-Yeah.

The two children burst out laughing.

—You always ask about him.

Ghost looked at them both and smiled
—Tell me everything you know about him and you'll both win a prize.

The children looked at each other and began to tell him everything, and Ghost just listened attentively.