#Chapter113

---Father who? He’s clearly a grandma!-02

He was lying on his own bed, a warm blanket thrown over his body. The curtains over the window were pulled closed, only a crack left open for a few sun rays to invade his room. On his desk there was his laptop, a video playing on it. It was there where the voice came from.

It was his mother.

Old videos of his mother, talking and laughing playing around the house with a little Jake and a baby Aiden…

Seeing her, Jake teared up, feeling like he had wool stuck in his throat, choking him.

In the end, he could only say...