CHAPTER 113 Acceptance

*Dorian*

Currently, I was seated in one of the antique chairs of my father's huge walk-in closet going through his collection of expensive cuff links, hoping to choose the perfect pair to go with the suit I had already chosen for him to be buried in. As I scanned each one, my eyes suddenly filled with tears. I blinked, allowing the tears to fall down my cheeks. Since I was alone, I allowed myself