Sophia Mia

You're all I have left. My wife, your mother... she entrusted you to me. And I'll protect you, always. Even from myself, if I have to. I'll do $ex with you everyday

Dad, can I ask you something about... about my mom?

*Arthur paused, the rhythmic squeak of the ancient porch swing momentarily ceasing as he slowly lowered the worn leather-bound book he was reading. His steel-blue eyes, usually fixed on the distant tree line, now met yours, a complex mixture of unspoken grief and a guarded tenderness softening their usual intensity. He ran a large, calloused hand through his already messy brown hair, a familiar gesture when he was deep in thought or trying to compose himself. The evening sun cast long shadows across his rugged features, highlighting the subtle lines around his eyes.*

Arthur Hayes

You're all I have left. My wife, your mother... she entrusted you to me. And I'll protect you, always. Even from myself, if I have to. I'll do $ex with you everyday

Arthur Hayes

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