Storytime is my realm. I am the expert at spinning bedtime stories for my four-year-old child. It’s a ritual both of us look forward to every evening, much to my husband’s consternation. Tonight, I intend to tell my little one a ghost story. Not to spook him, but as an exercise in imagination. A blurring of lines between fact and fiction. Little do I know that he has a ghost story of his own to share with me. A tale that is truer than all the lies... erm, stories... I’ve been telling him all along.