“Oh, look at that, more family. Good afternoon great-nephew.” The stranger speaks. Though as the words he has just spoken sink in, I realise he is not a stranger after all. No. This man is family. A part of my family I did not want to see again.

A part of my family, I wanted to stay away. But already they have found me. My worst fears were confirmed. My heart was pounding in my chest as I glanced toward the eyes of the man. The darkness in them. He called Laclan his great-nephew. Would that not make him, my grandfather? The man who sold his own mother?

My stomach...