Thirty Sixth Nightfall
"My uncle is the last one, isn't it?" Flynn asked Prama. They are both sitting facing each other in the patio at the back of Prama's house. Beau excused himself a few minutes ago.
The three are enjoying a morning coffee and breakfast on a Saturday. Flynn had stayed at the mansion since yesterday after he arrived.
Their odd relationship makes sense to the two men in Beau's life. And Beau is grateful that the two people he cares the most are by his side.
For a moment, even the short time he is sharing with the two, he forgot about the last person he is supposed to take care of before the month ends. Just. For a moment...
"He is. And Monday, the last day of December is coming. Beau is not going to wait for another year." Prama answered as he took a sip his coffe
