CHAPTER 98
LIAM
I watched as the father and son interacted on the screen. The little boy reached out, and extended his little arms, just so—he could reach his father's face. Well- little Blake was too young of course, to understand that the man on the screen was his father. But he cooed, laughed, and made sounds, especially for Blake. That scenario was touching...so heartwarming.
I’ve seen that rare shimmer in Blake’s eyes, and the deep longing. No father deserved to be snatched off a grand time with his son. Blake was a good and compassionate man. His life didn’t deserve to be on this messy side of the scale.
Oh—I sounded like I was giving my full vote on him now, right? Well—I would say, he deserved a vote even before. He was an excellent candidate for my daughter however—his age,
