“He is at the right.” I obediently followed Colsen.
When I and Colsen reached near a bench placed at the right side, a man stood up to his feet, “Oh my God! You look just the same as her. You both are unbelievably identical.”
His eyes were filled with unshed tears; ready to fall in no time. His wrinkled skin and the grayish hair was a proof that he would probably be the same age as my father, or even older.
I had no idea why he was being so emotional and what connection or relation he shares with Averyn.
“Sorry, I got a little emotional,” the man apologized as if he did a grave mistake.
“No. I mean it’s totally fine with me. And please sit down,” I politely asked.
He smiled at me and then after a couple of seconds of looking at me, he rubbed the tears in his eyes and obediently g
