Chapter 145

The house was once quiet again as there was no one else in the

Marcella’s footsteps had long since faded, yet her words still pressed on Dominic like weights strapped to his chest.

He remained at the dining table for longer than he realized, staring at the polished wood of the dining table.

You are not your father.

The words clung and clawed at him. They however had no right to.

Tired of staying