TEN YEARS.
That was how long it took for him to finally sat there and faced her father. One of the promises he gave her when they were still a lot younger. Such a long time to get ready, yet he still couldn't open his mouth while looking at the man.
He squared his shoulder to equal the old man before him. Mr. Santiago looked terrifying. Not a hint of a smile or anything could be seen on his wrinkled face.
The vacant hospital room they were in was huge, and yet he couldn't breathe right. Whitewashed walls and curtains were surrounding the lone table they were sharing.
Realizing that he was feeling worse than the multiple times this same ex-military pointed his gun at him, he clenched his jaw. He got a lot of regrets but marrying her daughter wasn't one of them. Who was he to regret
