She returned them unopened.
Eric grew up in Nathan’s house but rarely saw tenderness from him.
His later attempts did not erase the first choice he made.
He had still left.
Eric grew up in Nathan’s house but rarely saw tenderness from him.
“He paid bills,” Eric said. “He attended school meetings. He never asked how I felt unless the answer affected my grades.”
“And you still protected him.”
Eric looked toward the window.
“Then you arrived with coffee, and he became someone I had wanted my entire life.”
“He had never trusted me with anything emotional before. When he told me about you, I thought he was finally treating me like his son.”
