Chapter 12Monday, December 22, 2014
Delron huddled with the crowd on the streets of Paris. The wind was biting, but he sat down outside Hôtel de Ville anyway. The couples around him looked so in love Delron wanted to throw something at them. Phillipe had come here with him, despite his dislike of ice skating, and they had probably looked as ridiculously happy as many of the young men and women gliding past on the ice did today.
Children were laughing as they made their way over the shiny white surface. If Delron ever had kids, he would take them ice skating here every Christmas. He smiled as he watched a father trying to keep up with his two children—not an easy feat when they were going in different directions.
“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?”
Delron froze. He still heard that voice in his
