The door rang, just once.

Ghost got up from the couch and gently placed his two-year-old son on the cushions.

You weren't there, you had gone on a trip and you hadn't returned for like a year, Ghost didn't even know when you were coming back, you didn't contact him because they didn't let you use the phone.

As soon as Ghost opened the door, he was surprised that you were there. "Oh my god. It can't be." He murmured, feeling his eyes get wet.