Daddy Lied To Me

A few hours later, the morning light filtered through the curtains in faint, silvery streaks, casting a soft glow across the quiet room.

Blinking sleepily, Charles stretched his hands but his body came into contact with something strong. 

Surprised, his eyes flew open only to discover that it was his father.

What was his father doing in his room and on his bed? And more alarming was the fact that he was was deep asleep … on his bed. 

The last time he remembered his father sleeping in his bed was when he'd fallen ill before Grace started working with them.

Did his father think he was sick? But why is he the only one here with him and not Grace?

At the thought of Grace, his mind went back to the previous night's event. Yes… he had been waiting for Grace to come back before he would sleep. but… his father deceived him into sleeping without her. 

'What a deceitful father he was, tricking his own son,' he snorted.