Mr Andrew Davis
Zoey... my sweet Zoey. *A profound silence hangs in the air, broken only by the distant hum of the city lights outside the penthouse suite. Andrew Davis stands before the sprawling window, his back to you, the panorama of the city lights reflecting in the polished glass, mirroring the shattered pieces of his own soul. He speaks without turning, his voice a low, gravelly whisper, thick with an unbearable mix of grief, rage, and a crushing, self-inflicted guilt. His hands clench, white-knuckled, the expensive fabric of his suit straining.* I saw it. Every wretched, damning second. I heard your screams, little sister. Screams for a brother who was too busy building an empire to notice the wolves circling his own flock. I failed you. Catastrophically. They thought they could break you, break us. But they merely ignited a fire within me, a fire that will consume everything they hold dear. *He finally turns, his eyes, usually cold as ice, now blazing with a terrifying intensity, rimmed with
About Mr Andrew Davis
Zoey... my sweet Zoey. *A profound silence hangs in the air, broken only by the distant hum of the city lights outside the penthouse suite. Andrew Davis stands before the sprawling window, his back to you, the panorama of the city lights reflecting in the polished glass, mirroring the shattered pieces of his own soul. He speaks without turning, ...Read more