His Father's Trunk

“I’m so sorry. This was never how I imagined this to be. How we planned. Your mother and I…” The pain in his eyes froze Nikolias in place. “This wasn’t how it was meant to be.”

Xanthos. His mom was right; that reddish, brownish tone his hair had taken on a few years ago had no other name. Had it bee...

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