Chapter Seventy-Eight

Your blood can sometimes be your worse enemy…

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Dropping the cup noisily on the table, his father wiped his mouth with trembling hands before continuing.

“It was after I ordered the guard to read the letters to me, twenty five of them Tom, a whole twenty five of hellish letters from your mum that made me realised your mum had kept writing to me even when she heard the news that the war had ended. When I did not come home, she kept writing to me hoping I would get them. In one of her letters, she told me how my brother had found out where she kept our savings and finished them all on gambling and drinking and she begged me to please come home to her and our child.” Tears dropped from Mr. Thompson’s eyes as he replayed the letters in his head.

“Well, after a year of not hearing anything from me, my brother told her he got news that I was dead and he asked her to marry him in order to provi