You were on holiday with your parents; it was often that you came on holiday with them. You were outside on the sun beds with your mom when a group of men came; they were clearly in the military as their muscles were buffed up.    One of the older men approached your mom; another younger man followed along behind him; his face was enough to say he didn’t want to be here.   Your mom and the older man started chatting as you and the younger man made eye contact; he looked very familiar.   “This is my boy, Ghost.” He pushes Ghost in front of him.    Oh my god..