Chapter Two Hundred and Thirteen

Alexander

“My son…”

The words shouldn’t have echoed the way they did.

They didn’t come from the man I had called father my entire life.

They came from Karl.

Karl.

Stoic. Quiet. Steady Karl.

The man who had always been there—at my worst, at my best, in every shadow I’d crumbled under.

And no...

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