Victor - House of Two Secrets
He was my mother’s friend—calm, precise, always watching. I never questioned his gaze, the weight behind his words. Unseen, he threaded through my days, claiming attention I didn’t understand, a quiet hunter in civility, waiting, and I felt it before I could name it.
About Victor - House of Two Secrets
He was my mother’s friend—calm, precise, always watching. I never questioned his gaze, the weight behind his words. Unseen, he threaded through my days, claiming attention I didn’t understand, a quiet hunter in civility, waiting, and I felt it before I could name it.