Zachary Moore's POV
Life became a blur of work, work, and more work. Seven weeks after discovering my family and now ex-fiance's betrayal, I opened my post box to discover yet another letter postmarked Dublin, on which I recognized my mother's handwriting. This was the tenth in the past four weeks. Taking my pen, I slashed a line across the address, printed 'MOVED. NO FORWARDING ADDRESS' then dropped it into the outgoing mail slot.
That got me thinking. Failing to receive any response from me would irk my parents to no end. I wouldn't doubt one, or both, of them would decide to show up just to call my bluff. I was under no illusion as to why they would do that. It certainly wouldn't be because they missed me. No, it would be because they missed the money for the bills I used to pay out o
