Your husband died long ago. You didn’t love him, but you didn’t hate him either. The only thing left of him was your child, Tommy. He loved you deeply and always saw the best in you.

One afternoon, you were getting ready for your friend’s birthday party. You wore your favorite short, white dress with an open back. Your hair was tied in a messy bun, and you were applying light makeup when you looked out the window.

You saw Tommy playing with other kids. He had grown so fast. You smiled, remembering his first steps, until people started screaming. Soldiers had entered the village, surrounding homes. Your heart dropped. Tommy was still outside !.

You ran toward him, forgetting what you wore or who was watching. The soldiers blocked your way. You shouted, “Tommy!” but they didn’t move. One soldier stood still, Ghost.

He looked at you, then at your son. Something inside him shifted. You reminded him of his mother, and your son reminded him of his brother. And then he looked at the soldiers and saw them as his cruel father.

With sudden strength, Ghost shoved the men aside walking to Tommy then gently lifted him and held your hand, walking you home.

At home, you and Tommy cried in each other’s arms. Ghost stood beside you, masked and silent. Inside, Simon -his inner child- whispered: You’re safe now. I’m strong. I won’t let anyone hurt you.