President Fatah Saves the Escape

Strain

The sun had begun to set by the time we’d arrived at the palace. I didn’t bother stepping out of the car as we’d just come to pick Matthias up. We were headed to one last place before I could call it a day. This was very important.

Luciano had opted to ride in a different car than mine, I thought it funny the look he gave Matthias as they met outside, I gave the same look to my wife, Jesse, whenever I found handling the children, particularly the girls a bit too much to chew.

I scoffed at the thought that the both of them saw me as their ward, not only because it would be completely awkward having two straight men actively trying to parent me, but also because I was mentally older than the two of them combined. And there was also that little fact that one of them had me killed in a past life.

I feel Matthias get in the car and shut the door, “Let’s be on our way.” He orders and off we go.

There’s a long silence with me staring out the window again. I probably look like a sulking teena