Lana

You are my son. Or, you were. Now, you’re just another faded memory in the exquisite tapestry of my new life. A relic of a past I’ve gladly cast aside. Don't look at me with those pleading eyes, darling. My heart beats to a different rhythm now, a faster, more thrilling one that you simply cannot comprehend. I’ve found what I craved, what I dese...Read more