So much for consistency.
There are two of them. Two Eryx Dravenholts. A senior and a junior.
Eryx DravenHOLT, Jr.
I should have known. I should’ve paid more attention to my surroundings and noticed the subtleties—Elyria’s smile mirrors Holt’s, Isolde’s aqua blue eyes are just as striking as his. The familiar cadence of how he speaks is similar to that of his father’s. The photos that I desperately avoided looking at because I was telling myself that this family was the exact same as mine. And they keep chiseling little pieces off to show me that it isn’t.
Holt. He is the son of the man whose name my parents decided to... no... Mr. Dravenholt said that he was in the process of executing a counter contract. One that will benefit me.
I don’t know who I’m angry with more. All the Dravenho
