Xander’s POV
Although today was a day to honor my mother's memory, I felt a deep sadness because today reminded me of the fact that I never got to enjoy my mother’s presence before she was killed by my father when I was just a teenager.
Every year at my mother's memorial, I feel deep regret and guilt towards her. I began this yearly memorial as a way to pacify her and keep her memories alive.
It all started on this day, about fourteen years ago. A misunderstanding had ensued between my parents as they argued about a certain issue. I was fourteen and could not understand certain things at that time.
My father began questioning my mother's fidelity after a function they both attended. I watched my mother try to explain things to him but he wasn't buying it.
Right before my eyes, my fa
