Valen stared around my office. It used to be Valarie's apartment, but we converted it into office space. I found it challenging to come in here before. Memories always brought back heartache, so we revamped it, and now the place didn't haunt me.
Yet, seeing Valen standing here in what used to be her home made filled me with sadness. He was her son, and she loved him. Yet here he stood, unaware that this place, the hotel, used to belong to the woman who had given birth to him. What kind of man would he be if she was given a chance to raise him, I wondered.
I watch him for a few seconds, and he stops at the shelving before rearranging it. My brows furrow as I watch him straighten the ornaments making them line up; it was one thing seeing my son do odd things like that, but a grown man? His
