Ghost drove to help and drop my daughter off at school, and he walked her to the door. The teacher eyed him with concern before leaning down. “Do you know him?” She asks, your child smiles and replies. “He’s a new friend.” The teacher clearly doesn’t believe it as she looks between the two. “Are you okay? You know you can tell me.” “I’m okay!” My child chirped. Ghost spoke with a smirk in his tone. “Oh, I trained her in the car, she’s not gonna break.”