57|It’s Their Choice

~Declan~

My father’s twenty-bedroom mansion stood a hundred yards away from the beach. He got no neighbors for miles. Now that I think about it, it’s ironic how I liked my solace and peace in the cabin. No doubt I got that from him.

He sat behind his desk when we walked into his office, a glass of golden brown liquid in one hand, eyes laser-focused on the document in his other.

“Gracias, Vaughn,”