(Sterling’s POV)

“Son,”

Please Lord, don’t let it be him. I turn to see who it is and there he is, staring at me with a faint smile on his face. Oh well, he looks considerably pale and if one doesn’t look closely, they won’t see it.

“Mr. Damien, how can I help you?”

“Sterling, you can’t obviously still be referring to me by that name, can you?”

“Well, you lost the right to the word ‘father or dad’ a long time ago. Now, as you can see, I was on my way out, what do you want?”

“What I want? What I want is to talk to my son,...