AUTHORS POV

“You’re welcome Don Pedro” came from the lips of different staff members as Pedro Lorenzo stood at the threshold of Lorenzo mansion, and as he showed his precious cargo—five-year-old Dean—around the house, cradled into the warmth of his arms, nothing else mattered, not even the greetings he heard a thousand times daily. So he shut out the world behind them.

“This use to be your mothers room” He said, pointing to Tessa’s room. And very quickly he walked passed it.

But Dean continued to look back at the room as Pedro carried him away.

This was supposed to be a fresh start, a chance to prove to the...