Dr. Angelo pov

I rushed to my son's room after I made sure that Pamela left. I hesitated at the beginning to talk to him, he;’s only eight years old. But I had to talk to him or I might lose my mind.

I barged into the room, he was sleeping. He hopped off the bed, “daddy.”

I gazed at him for while trying to check his features if he already looked the same as I or I just tried to fool myself because I was dreaming of having children and a son.

He gazed at me for a whole, confused, “dad!”

I walked closer, he gulped as if he...