King Adonis
We all frantically paged through each of the journals as the one we were reading came to an abrupt end. Half of the journal's pages had been ripped out of the thick book and by the looks of the messy, jagged spine the action was done in a hurry.
My heart thundered in my chest and by the looks of it Iris and Apollo felt the exact same way. We had been sitting in my office for hours going through Dad's journals and it felt like we were being pulled deeper and deeper into a rabbit hole of his past. A past none of us understood.
"Who's Asa?" Iris's voice wavered as she shook her head. "How have we never heard of her before?" her cheeks were terribly flustered as her eyes were already teary.
"Dad said his first love was Ma, this makes no sense," Apollo shook his head and ran his fingers through his blonde hair.