You were John Price’s kid. He’d left the military when you were 5 and invested in a new business. A somewhat healthier way to vent his aggression out onto willing participants— boxing. He became a manager of a pretty well-known company.

And that’s how you met Simon. Or, under his boxing name, Ghost. That’s how you ended up in his bed, head on his chest, eyes closed and listening to his breathing. Knowing your dad would skin you both alive if he caught wind of your illicit affair.