“Where is this place?.” I asked my mum.
Without turning back to look at me she replied. “It used to belong to your father’s father. This was where he used to be whenever he didn’t want to be disturbed. This house was his and was the place your father spent his childhood which is why he has refuse to part with it. He refuse to live in any house but here.”
My whole life, I had thought my parents purchased our house long before they had Eliot and I.
So it was inherited from his dad.
‘Who knows maybe the righteous owner is actually Harry’ that thought suddenly came to my mind.
I shook my head to get rid of the thought. I shouldn’t jump to conclusions because I didn’t know if Harry and I were really related. And then my eyes found the old dusty frame on the wall again. The more I stare
