Daxon
Selene looked a lot like Roxanne, just a little less put together.
Her hair was tossed up in a messy bun and her big hazel eyes looked red like she was exhausted. Her brown skin didn’t have the same glow as Roxanne’s, but she was still pretty nonetheless.
Selene looked around at my office in awe and then her eyes landed on a picture of Roxanne and I from our wedding day.
“That’s Roxy,” She smiled. “She looks beautiful in that dress.”
“Yeah, she was absolutely stunning on our wedding day.” I agreed. “Sorry you couldn’t be there.”
“Me too,” Selene nodded.
“So um, what brings you here?”
“I think you’re the only way Roxanne will talk to me. Mama won’t tell me where she lives and when I tried to talk to Roxanne last time she didn’t want to listen. I’m guessing she told you to
