THE RUSHWORTH BEACH HOUSE, CALIFORNIA.
(XANDER’S P.O.V.)
The entire house was left in the same condition as she left. I didn’t touch or move anything as it helped me in remembering everything about her. But when I stay too much in that house, I felt a smothering sensation. I just couldn’t bring myself to settle in that bleak, lousy and grim place without my baby. The world felt the same as well. It was hard to breathe when I rememberd she wasn’t waiting for me at the home anymore.
As I walked through the empty beach, I couldn’t help but ponder over everything that had transpired with me since my childhood. I lost my mother at a young age and had to put up with that horrendous woman who claimed to be my mother but beat me senselessly in the absence of my father. That was basically the
