Accidentally His.
Seated like he owned the crumbling place, his broad frame splayed lazily on the couch as he scrolled through his phone, fingers adorned with rings that caught the low light of the dusty bulb above.
Rick.
His maternal uncle. The family’s disgrace, and his father’s greatest enemy.
The man who couldn’t bother to attend his sister’s funeral.
The man who didn’t even send flowers.
“Uncle...?” Drake asked cautiously, his voice a little rough, and a little older than it was a minute ago.
Rick looked up, grunted, then went back to his phone. “Just trying to play the good uncle, kid. Thought I’d come see my sweet nephew… maybe for the last time. Honestly, you're grown now. More of a..man”
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