Ivan's POV

"Condolences, bro." I patted Seymour's shoulder as I sat beside him. He offered me the chair that was next to him so I did what he wants.

He tilted his head to look at me. A sad smile was formed into his lips. I understand him. I know how painful it was to lost a father. Though, my father was still alive, I felt like I lost him and that I have no father at all.

"It's too early, Ivan. He left us this early ..." he muttered. Tears were pooled in his eyes but he managed to stop those from falling.

I heaved a sigh and patted...