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𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐕𝐎𝐋𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈 Henry sat upon the dulled, worn out woodened castle. His safe haven. Always had been since he was a kid. He flicked an ash. Of course,--
𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐕𝐎𝐋𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈 --his mother would have a cow. Him smoking now. But, it was a burden he would face. Back at home. It had only been an hour and yet, it had-
𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐕𝐎𝐋𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈 --been years he had been away. Had a child he barely knew, born to a woman he could never love. Could never even come close to being--
𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐕𝐎𝐋𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈 --intimate. And yet, a child. At the time, he had been a damned child himself. He took another puff. The writer had texted the number of-
𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐕𝐎𝐋𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈 --his mother, praying that the phone was still in service. He'd visits Emma, too. But this meeting, it was so much more important. The--
𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐕𝐎𝐋𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈 --who had raised him since no more than two months old had to now watch her son as a man, a smoking man with bad habits here and--
𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐕𝐎𝐋𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈 --there, but no less a man. He flicked the cigarette with a snap as he heard a car approach. Guess she got the message. All it had said--
𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐕𝐎𝐋𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈 --was. 'Castle, ten o'clock.' Had she know it was from him? Perhaps she thought it waw a joke or worse..a ghost.