NATHAN’S POV
“You still haven't got your hands on the kidnappers of my grandson?” I walked into the living room to my father’s voice as he sat on the couch, Derek sitting in front of him. He had his hand folded on his lap In his usual manner and his feet stretched out and rested on the coffee table in front of him.
Derek lightly pressed down on his feet, massaging them definitely to get rid of the sourness of having to sit in one place for an extended time. Derek and my father have such a close and admiral relationship and it's always so captivating to watch them together.
At some point in my life, I was quite jealous of the unique bond they shared which I never had with my dad growing up but I couldn't be more grateful for that. Terra had in a way, contributed to our solace even though
