Jayden's POV

My father stared at me like he was staring at a ghost that had suddenly made an announced appearance.

“What did you just say?” My dad thunder.

He turns to stare at me, and I can see his hazel eyes have taken a brighter shade.

“You once fought for Mom’s love, she told me”. My voice is a bit hesitant. My father and I haven't talked about my mom in years. It was a raw subject for both of us.

“She did?” He asked in a low, broken voice.

"Yes", I replied.

Eighteen years ago

“Mom, can you please tell me a story?” Jayden’s seven-year-old version asked his...