His Bond Was a Cage
My father drove with his eyes locked on the road, and he never turned my way once, and I understood he was scared of what his own face would show me.
Tavis
I want you to come home. Not for supper. For good.
End of Chapter 8
Stories contain mature romantic and sexual content. All characters are fictional adults.
LeaveMy father drove with his eyes locked on the road, and he never turned my way once, and I understood he was scared of what his own face would show me.
I want you to come home. Not for supper. For good.
End of Chapter 8
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