The Unwelcome Return

Vane Silas Adler's Pov

“Why are you glaring at me that way?”

The middle-aged man, looking skinnier than I remembered, sat casually on one of my couches, dressed in a tailored cream pocket shirt tucked into khaki pants that hung loosely around his waist. He crossed one leg over the other as if he owned the damn place, that smug smile of his tugging at my nerves.

“Can’t I visit my son?”

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