“You went to the house? Xavier, that was a stupid thing to do.” Sage grumbled and shook her head in disapproval as Xavier sank into the armchair. He looked exhausted, with large bags under his eyes and unbrushed hair. He had barely slept or eaten for days now. Sage sighed and felt sympathy envelop her as she watched him helplessly rest his head in his hands.

“I needed to see my son, but the look on her face when she saw me again after all this time. I couldn’t stay away any longer, Sage. That’s my son. He’s growing up thinking that man is his father. How can Della do...