Ariel walked closer to him, and stared up into his eyes. “Don’t you dare act like you care,” she said as a tear slid down her face.
“I don’t know why you choose to keep bringing this up, reminding me of what I want to forget.” She said, her eyes angry.
“What are you talking about Ariel?” His voice came out in a soft, sad plea as his heart began to beat fast.
He had gotten used to the idea of having a son.
He had even made a mental image of his son, and since that day he caught Ophelia on the phone, he had thought non-stop about what it would feel like to finally meet his son.
Who he would look like, and if it were both of them, what features would he have from whom?
“Your son died while you were probably just across the hall, sulking that your grandfather was forcing your hand to mar
