Derek POV
My eyes moved to the paper he was holding. It was a photo of a brick with time up written on the base. Lexie walked towards us and took the paper from me to look at it.
“Is this what he sent you?” I asked, raising my eyebrow at him, at his tiny little tricks he wanted to play. For some reason he thinks I am going to start seeing him as a father because he claimed Damien sent him a photo of a brick. A brick? What the hell does this man take me for? A coward or what?
My dad nodded his head vehemently, his hands still trembling. “Yes. He has been sending me for the past twenty years, but this one means it's over, he said. “It's over, Derek. We are over. It's over, he repeated and broke into a cry.
A frown laced Lexie's face as she looked at my dad. “Who is over?” She asked in a
