DAHLIA

I was outside, waiting in front of the gate, ready to receive Martins. 

The man who had treated me like a daughter. During the making of the season one of the movie, he’d been so kind and considerate and accommodating. 

He had his flaws, but he was a good person all in all.

As soon as his convoy drove into the compound, I realized I couldn’t wait to run into his embrace. I didn’t even let him slid out of the car properly before going to wrap my small self against his own big body. 

He wound his arm about me, rubbing my back comfortingly. He didn’t budge, patiently...