Time was changing for Callum faster and harder.
Nothing was in his control.
Some days, he felt as if everything was slipping from his control. Sometimes, he took a step ahead just to hold everything that was slipping from his arms but then everything would be back to square one. He couldn't understand what was going on and why it was going this way.
He was someone who was caught in the crossfire. Why did it have to be him all the time? He hated being helpless and miserable. He couldn't do anything and he didn't know what to do after doing everything possible. It was as if whatever he was doing was not enough even if it was the only thing he could do.
Today was the day everyone was waiting for.
The birthday anniversary of the late King Leonardo.
When everyone was gathered at the Parliament, he was standing in front of the late king's grave. He was resenting the late king. How could he play with him even when he was dead?
