Erik
It’s like time itself stands still. Those amber eyes identical to Amelia’s that stare back at me so full of anger and rage, the face undeniably belongs to Rowan, he is the image of my own father. All these years of searching for him, lost in despair, I never once thought he would be the one to come back to us, that he would find us.
Tears well in the corner of my eyes, relief, joy, hope all washing over me in an instant. My heart flutters as I begin to move forward, my arms coming up, eager to embrace my son, to feel him in my arms, to know he is real and not some desperate vision in my mind. I’m halted mid step in shock by his roar of anger and realise he is launching himself towards me, fists raised, his features contorted in hatred.
Stunned at his reaction I can’t move to pro
