73. Only You I Have.

Alexander sat at the edge of the bed, rubbing his face roughly with his hands, wiping away the remaining tears on his cheeks. He swallowed hard to ease the bitterness in his throat.

"Auntie Ruby," Alexander murmured. The woman he had considered a mother for so long, even though she could be cruel at times. He had always treated her kindly, seeing her as an angel and a savior in times of despair and loneliness. Yet, it turned out that she was the one who had caused him so much sorrow throughout his life. Auntie Ruby was involved in the death of his parents 18...