The illusion Of Happily Ever After
Where was he when I needed him?
I finally found him in the sitting room; he was playing chess with a teen guy… By the frown on Julian’s face, I could tell the kid was winning.
“Julian,” I called. He glanced at me before turning his attention back to the board.
“Hello.” The kid stood up with a wide smile; he straightened his shirt and picked up his suit jacket before putting it on.
“I am Leo Flynn, Mr. Flynn’s first son,” he introduced, and I could tell he was probably 18 or 19, but why do they keep introducing themselves to me? I really didn’t care.