Jimmy's POV
Standing by the floor-to-ceiling windows of my office, I gazed down at the street below. From this height, all I could make out were two tiny figures, but I knew instinctively who they were.
My knuckles cracked as I gripped my cup, and jealousy crashed over me like a wave. I'm not my father. I won't become him! The words kept echoing in my head—my only anchor to sanity.
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Evelin's POV
The next morning, stepping out of my apartment building, I spotted Jimmy's car already waiting. The driver emerged and opened the door respectfully. "Ms. Elysia."
I nodded and slid in beside Jimmy in the back seat. "Alright, can you finally tell me where we're headed?" I asked as the car pulled away from my neighborhood.
"We're visiting my mother," Jimmy said.
I stared at him, confused. Wait—didn't his mother die years ago? Is he taking me to her grave?
