The estate gates opened slowly.From the large windows of the living room, Damian could see the security car guiding the visitor up the long driveway.The vehicle moved at a steady pace, tires crunching softly against the gravel. The sound carried faintly through the quiet house.Damian stood near the glass, watching.
Arthur Reyes looked smaller than Damian remembered.Older.More tired.The lines on his face seemed deeper now. His shoulders carried the weight of years that had not been kind.
But he was unmistakably the same man.Damian's chest tightened.Memories he had buried years ago stirred uncomfortably.Cold hallways.Crowded dorm rooms.Long nights when sleep came slowly.And the quiet kindness Arthur had shown when no one else bothered.
