Sins of the Father

ROWAN’S POV

I lock the door behind me and lean against it, pressing my palms flat against the cool wood, trying to remember how to breathe.

In through the nose. Out through the mouth. Slow.

Vance’s voice echoes in my head, grounding me even when he’s not here, and I cling to it like a lifeline.

The tears come anyway.

Not the hysterical sobs I was expecting, but something quieter. Slower.

Tea