Grey’s POV:
I haven’t seen my dad in a very long time. He’s changed a bit from the day I shifted – the day I ran away.
He looks happy. Kind of. I mean, he’s smiling at Ro as they run around the garden, playing tag. But if there’s one thing I’ve learnt in the years I’ve been away, it’s that you can hide anything behind a smile.
Example? Whenever Emily is completely hungover and I offer her Aspirin, she smiles and pretends she doesn’t have a killer migraine because she doesn’t, ironically, take legal drugs apart from alcohol and coffee.
His dark, nearly black hair is scattered in white, and his face shows signs of laugh lines. His fashion sense is still the same though; dark shirt, black jeans. I can’t really see any other features from my place in the big oak tree in their garden - some
