Ryker
I wasn’t sure why I was still doing this, but here I was, driving to the Falloway family’s house for another one of those visits I never seemed to escape from.
It wasn’t like they weren’t good to me. Hell, they had taken me in when my own parents had passed. For this, visiting them never seemed like a chore.
As I parked in front of their house, I could already see the familiar sight of Aunt Eleanor, Alice's mother's standing at the door, her arms wide open as she waved me in. She was the type of woman who made you feel like you mattered, no matter what you had been through. Behind her stood Uncle Richard, his broad frame in the doorway, his face lit with the kind of smile only a father figure could have. I felt a lump form in my throat, but I pushed it down. I wasn’t here for that
