Khalid was a man of his word. He was waiting for us when we reached the diner he had decided. I could barely look into his eyes. I was ashamed of looking at him. I was ashamed of myself. But should I really be? Should I be ashamed of the crime my father committed? Should I be really ashamed of anything my father did, and I had no idea about?
He was dressed in a suit. His black suit was clinging tightly to his body. His bald head was shining from far. The tattoo on his head made me curious. Again. Like the other time. I gulped when I walked inside the diner. All alone. Hades wanted to give us some me-time with my brother.
It felt so weird to call him brother. All my life I have lived as a single child. I got everything I desired. I had no-one to share with. But now I have a brother. A br
