WHAT ARE... we doing here? " My heart beating wild.
"See for yourself..."
He quickly grabbed the lock to open the door were he take me to the second floor of the villa. And in a flash a well painted room with a black and white theme opened up to me. Some dividers are also full of toys and books. There is a crib in the corner of the room that I am sure for whom.
"This is for Clarence, if you want to add more details just tell me."
"This is to much Lawrence." I melt the denial of what is seen.
"All I worked for was that he should only benefit, because he's a Saavedra..." The low rumble of his voice is comforting as it wraps his arm around my waist.
There's a reason love is invisible, undetectable with anything but our minds. It can never measure the love of one father for his son. And
