AMELIA

　　　 

　　　

　　　 

　　　

　　　 

　　　

Three years later

Enochian Institute

　　　 “Okay, bud. Are you ready?” Ryden towered at his son as he tried to prepare him for his first day of school.

　　　

　　　 “No, Dad. Please, don’t call me buddy or bud anymore. I’m six years old. Alex is fine.”

　　　

　　　 I looked at them and tried hard not to grin. When Ryden saw my smile, I looked away.

　　　

　　　 “You will always be my boy, so I can call you bud or buddy until you get a girlfriend or have kids on your own.”

　　　

　　　 “Mom, I need help here. I want to be like every kid at the institute.” When he gave me this puppy-eyes look,...