STRIKER

 

 

 

“Go ahead. See your father.” It still rang in my ear. Beatreigh, my aunt. It was even strange to meet her face to face. I wondered if her son, Lake knew about my existence. 

“Striker, wait,” she called me again.

“Yeah.”

She held me and put something into my palm. “Keep it.”

When I checked it, it was a man’s ring. “Is this his?”

“Yes.”

“I can’t.” I offered it back. “Keep this with you. You can give this to him when he wakes up. I won’t stay long anyway. I leave as soon as I do what I promised to Dad.”

“It’s not just a ring. It’s Braddson’s...