DEXTER’S POV
Subsequently, I decided to take Drake to the mansion’s museum, a place brimming with the history of our lineage. The museum was grand, its high ceilings adorned with intricate murals telling tales of valor and heroism. Our family's history unfolded before Drake's eyes, each artifact a testament to the legacy that he was a part of.
As I held him in my arms, his wide eyes taking in the grandeur of it all, I began to narrate the stories tied to each artifact. I told him about my father, his grandfather, and the courage he exhibited in his lifetime. Even though he was only three, Drake listened to every word with rapt attention, his eyes never leaving my face.
His small hand would occasionally reach up to touch my cheek, a gesture that filled me with immense joy. I found myse
