Sixteen
William Steel
Of all my children, my two youngest sons had always been my favorites. I know they say you’re not supposed to have favorites, but let’s be honest here… every parent does. And mine were my two mischievous twins, with their red hair and easy laughter that reminded me so much of their mother—bless her soul.
Granted, it wasn’t a hard list to top these days.
I nodded at Louis as he handed me a cup of tea before he slumped down in the leather sofa across from me and sprawled out. “So what brings you by, Dad?”
“Oh, just catching up. I heard through the grapevine that one of you has a girlfriend now? After the disaster with your brother, I thought it best to check in.” My “grapevine” shifted from one foot to the other behind me. What had the world come to when a man coul
