Pushing him from behind, Alaric took his father outside where he moved along the walkable places of the house.
For some minutes, there was silence between them. Then, Alaric stopped in front of the garden and stood beside his father.
"How have you been, Mr. Stones? From the look of things, life's been hell for you." He spoke in a subdued tone, a hand slipped into his pocket.
Mr. Stones said nothing, his eyes still lowered.
"It's been so many years. Don't you think it's time to move on?"
"No," Mr. Stones groaned at last. "You don't get to tell me how and when to move on."
Alaric scoffed, then took a few steps to stand in front of him. Slowly, he touched the man's jaw, lifting it slightly so he could look into his eyes.
The very instant the man locked eyes with him, Alaric saw the pa
