Darla knew she shouldn't have done what she did.
But her eyes scanned the surroundings: dirt, sticks, stones, and the salty sea. She had to make it work. Infection, death—those weren't options. She had seen her grandmother's struggle, and she would never wish that on another.
"We found him, sir. He's—" Bap. The man fell to the ground, his eyes twitching towards the desk. His master had never been like this before.
"If you found him, why isn't he in front of me?" Douglass demanded.
He clenched the photo, drops of blood smearing its edges. Then, turning to the window, he stared at the cityscape. People chattered under the lights of skyscrapers, and cars crammed together like sardines in a can, honking impatiently.
Life went on as normal, yet he felt a cruel trick had been played on him. He never wanted children, but now he had one—a mirror image of himself—who was gone.
Douglass leaned against his desk and slammed the file down. "Bring Frederick home. If he isn't here tomorrow, then don't come back at all. Do you understand me?"
"Sir. Yes, sir," the men roared, trying not to choke from the invisible rope tightening around their necks
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RomanceIn the Mason family, nothing remains concealed behind closed doors for long-especially not the news of a son who disappeared before the world even knew he existed. Just when everyone thought the story had concluded, he reemerges with a shocking reve...
