MYKEL

“How did your mother respond to this?” My father’s eyes glittered with unshed tears as he smiled at me.

“She’s one of the reasons why I’m doing this.” I smiled back as I recalled Mom saying to give my father one last chance. 

“Thank you. And the baby—”

“I know. You did great, Dru.” I gripped his shoulder.

“Thanks, son.” He slapped my shoulder. “Thank you.”

“I got to go and check on Adley.”

I found her standing in front of a massive painting with a Champagne in her grip with her serious look, scrutinizing it.

“Do you like that?” I wrapped my arm around her waist. 

“Intrigue.”

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