CHAPTER THIRTEEN
ANDREW'S POV
I hated this place.
It held so much pain and memories I'd rather forget. But it was my home, a place I had learned to walk and talk. It was here I had grown up with my brother and it was here I had had to bear his loss alone while being blamed by my father. It probably wasn't my fault, Alex's death, but I had come to accept that I was to blame. My father made sure to drum it into my ears as often as he could.
I wasn't the preferred child from the onset. Father had been more fond of Alex growing up because he had shown more interest in the company than I had. I had other plans for my life and wanted nothing to do with my father's world but that made him disapprove of me. Alex was the son who made him proud. At twenty two, he was already the director of J&A
