Ivanna
We have come back to the city again after a tiring day. Undoubtedly, I know why Christian chose the place to go on his father's death anniversary. I would never know so many layers of his life if we didn't go there. He would never tell what he had been through all his childhood.
I feel bad, in fact worse. Even though he had a good life later on, those two years of trauma as a child could never be forgotten.
I just love the way he adores his second father. The way he describes him melted my heart.
I'm scrolling through the emails on my MacBook while thinking about Christian. This man is never off my head.
I heard the sound of the washroom door open. Christian comes to me straight and holds the MacBook, sliding it down from my lap and placing it on my knee. Since there is a blank
