Luke narrating:
— Son… — Anton's voice came from behind me, making me stop. I tossed the pile of clothes I was holding into the suitcase I was packing before I turned to look at him.
— Yes? — My voice held nothing but the little respect I still had for the man, unworthy as he was, and the pure coldness that, despite my efforts, I couldn't hide.
— I wanted to... — he ran a hand nervously through his hair. — Can we talk?
His eyes shifted to my belongings now being packed into the few bags in front of me before turning to Nina, who was sitting in the chair, unenthusiastically looking at the few artifacts I had collected over the years.
The only good thing Sophia did in the past few days, after our divorce was planned, was move all my personal belongings from our shared room to my office,
