Zac blinked repeatedly as he stared at the man that basically owned my life for now. The man he had been working for, now somehow believed that Zac was his son. The medications he was hooked on must be really strong because there’s no way. He just heard the Boss say that. That was ridiculous. From his memories, Zachary Evans was an orphan. He always had been. Obviously he had no memories of his early childhood before his life on the streets, but children don’t live on the streets if they have parents somewhere. Then he was put into the system, into foster care. If he had any parents or relatives, the authorities would have found them instead of putting him into the system.
“You’re my son.” The boss said, this time to himself as he stared at the paper in his hand with a bewildered expressi
