Marked By My Best Friend's Dad
Duncan caught the motion with a raised eyebrow, but he said nothing, his patience with the twins, like with me, had grown over the years.
We spent the next hour letting them explore the gardens, guiding them gently, teaching them the first principles of control, of shifting, of harnessing their gifts without fear. I marveled at how different they were, Alice II, fiery and direct, a storm of energy and ambition; like the Alice I once knew. Rowan, quiet, observant, a silent predator cloaked in innocence. They were the perfect balance, even if they didn’t realize it yet.
As the sun dipped toward the horizon, painting the sky in shades of amber and violet, I took a moment to reflect. Ten years h
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