“These five aren’t my children… they’re a curse that I’m walking out on right now!” Raymond screamed before fleeing without looking back—unaware that 30 years later, he would return to beg for their forgiveness on his knees, once they had become powerful.
PART 2 That instant didn’t just take his breath away; it struck him like a physical blow, bringing back everything he had decided to forget thirty years ago. Raymond didn’t blink. His fingers crumpled the newspaper without him realizing it, as if the ink might escape if he loosened his grip. The photograph occupied half the…
