THAYER
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“Where’s my son?”
I was startled by my father’s words. Then I froze like a corpse when I sensed him behind me. He was probably with my mother.
I ruined everything. Now, I realized what I had done. I probably lost the woman I loved as well.
“Son?”
I was fucked-up mess. Shaking, I turned around to face my parents and the consequences I would face. But it wasn’t what I saw before my blurry eyes.
“How are you holding up?” my father asked.
I shook my head. My emotions were everywhere. What had just happened was like a freight train running over me. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to erase those images out of my mind. Jealousy stabbed me in my chest, and I lost control. I just couldn’t bear someone or those men touching Kennedy.
A hot warm liquid rolled down my face. I bit the trembled on my lip, wiping off the tear on my face.