ZAC

“You know, whenever I watch your games, I always tell myself that your last name, Leroy, sounds very familiar.” 

It was hard to control my anger, watching the man eat. He was alive, eating and aging well while the life of my own father was cut short. 

He had a hand in ruining my life. Took what was mine. My family’s. He was a greedy man, dad had always known but still trusted him. That had been my dad’s undoing. 

He couldn’t remember me. Why should he? In all honesty though, how could he? But I knew him, too well. 

He only knew Dad had a son but never...