As my son greeted Nick, his face immediately transformed into a shock that mirrored my one. Except his eyes were colored with joyful triumph.
Two men approached the porch from behind him.
I grabbed Alex’s hand, forcing it back down. “What did I say about talking to strangers?”
“I saw him yesterday. He’s your fwend,” Alex argued.
“He’s not my friend unless I tell you so. Have I told you he's my friend?” I scolded.
He shook his head hesitantly. As the men reached the porch, my father rushed to quickly stand protectively in front of me and my son. One of the men was Richard Wolfe, Nick's number three. The one that had no clue about our love affair.
I tried and failed to hide my surprise at how much he has changed. He was much larger than he used to be. Bright tattoos peeked out of hi
