Chapter 18: Bloody Lips And Glowing Flowers
- Eyes warm with tears, I approached my son, his strong and prideful silhouette plucking at each heart string. I kneeled down and hugged him, kissing his cheeks in the soft moonlight.
- He giggled at the sudden act of affection and hugged me back. I rested my chest on his little shoulder.
- “Theo,” I said, rubbing soothing circles on his back. “Do you like Aldrich?” I couldn’t help but ask.