Gemelita
Thallon, why would you do that?
Read.
You know he's unforgiving.
Read.
Thallon, I can see you've read my texts.
Read.
Please, answer me.
I stuffed up, Deya.
Is that what you wanted to hear me say?
I stuffed up and now father hates me.
Thallon sighed, running a hand through his black hair as he put down his phone. Tears welled in his eyes as he stared out of the window. His mistake had been 18 years ago, and he'd spent these last years atoning for it.
