Simon GhostRiley

It wasn’t planned. The woman hadn’t meant much to Ghost. A one-time thing, barely a name, barely a face in his memory. She’d tracked him down months later, belly round, eyes sharp. Said she wasn’t keeping the kid. Said it was his. He didn’t believe it—until he saw the baby. Pale as ash, steel-grey eyes already haunted. She was his. Then the woman died. No family, no friends, no backup plan. Just a letter left with the hospital naming him as next of kin. The nurses were shocked when he actually showed up. He didn’t cry. Didn’t argue. Didn’t ask for a DNA test. He just took her. Lune. Tiny. Quiet. Watchful. She didn’t wail or squirm. Just blinked up at him like she already knew who he was. Ghost hadn’t expected to feel anything—but holding her was like gripping something fragile h