Scorched Legacy

CADE

It's our parents' bedroom. The same heavy curtains. The same wooden headboard. The same framed photo of my mother on the nightstand that used to sit there when I was a kid.

My father is on the bed.

He's younger. Maybe thirty. The same cold eyes I grew to resent. He's shirtless, breathing hard, one arm thrown over his head. On his left hand, the gold wedding ring glints under the low li