Luther walked towards the second garden, strolling, as he tried to gather his thoughts. He'd never meant to stand up to his grandfather like that because he needed to be on his best behavior solely for Amy and Sammy's safety.
But…
He couldn't help it. He felt so desperate that he needed something to make up an excuse for Sammy's eyes, and that was the first thing that came to mind.
His mother's big and beautiful eyes. Those eyes had always watched him with so much love. Luther sighed. He didn't want to start thinking about it again. Iris had also been blue-eyed.
If not for Sammy, looking into blue eyes would have felt traumatic the minute he realized two people with those eyes, whom he'd loved were taken ruthlessly from him— their beautiful eyes never to be seen again.
Sammy wasn't h
