Mr. Rey
I couldn’t remember the last time I had run that fast.
The pool corridor. My name was being called repeatedly behind me—in a voice that used to be my absolute favorite sound in the world.
“Ave! Just listen to me for a second!”
“I’ve seen everything, Luca.”
“You didn’t see everything.” His grip on my wrist trembled. “Give me five minutes. Just five minutes to explain everything.”
I yanked my hand away until he let go. My tears had been falling for a while now, and I hated that he was seeing them.
“I’m tired, Luca. We’re done. Don’t ever look for me again.”
He stood there as if frozen by my words. He didn’t scream my name anymore; he just watched me leave, looking like a man who had just received a life sentence.
For five years, I convinced myself that his silence that night was my answer.
Five years later, I thought I had buried it as deep as I possibly could. Until the sound of footsteps coming from upstairs made my breathing stop.
It couldn't be. There was no way he was here.
“Ah,” said the man who had just married my mother, as if suddenly remembering something. “Avery, you haven’t met my son yet.”
The figure stepped off the bottom stair and stopped right in front of me. There was no surprise on his face—as if he had known all along.
“Luca, this is Avery.”
The corner of his lips twitched. It wasn't a smile, but more like a smirk.
“Long time no see.”
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