The middle-aged man stumbled into the hotel of Strawberry. It was late and to dangerous to ride home all by himself.

He went to the receptionist to hire a room with the small amount of money he had before his eyes landed on you. — It has been ages since John saw you.

You were standing there with some groceries in your hand, a young kid on your hip.

A kid that looked exactly like him. — His breath hitched in his throat, his heart pounding in his ears. — He knew right away that kid, was his.