CHAPTER 152

Asher stood on the pavement outside the police station, the morning air biting at his cheeks. His hands gripped tightly onto the straps of two duffel bags slung over his shoulders. It was as though his whole life was stuffed into them.

The morning sun cast long shadows across the concrete, but it didn’t feel like a new beginning. Not yet but a tolerable one.

“Are you alright?” Lucifer asked him

“Yes I am, just overwhelmed,” he whispered and heaved a deep sigh.

The sound of fast footsteps behind made him turn. Out of ptsd.

"Uncle!" two voices rang out in unison.

The two little girls ran straight...