Heather Sage did most of the talking while Braydon Neal quietly listened.
As a father, he knew he had failed in his duties—he hadn't been there for his children's upbringing.
"That child from the Foreman family has grown up," Heather remarked suddenly. "Every year, I ask Trevon to visit her."
Braydon's third child.
The last time he saw her, she was just a little girl.
She must have grown up by now. She was Eva Foreman and Braydon's daughter.
"You brought Trevon and Judith out this time. Are you not planning to go back?" Braydon asked.
"Trevon has always wanted to follow in your footsteps and explore the starry skies. He was never truly happy staying by my side. Judith, on the other hand, is still carefree, nothing like you."
Heather's eyes reflected her helplessness.
Trevon had inherited his father's legacy, including his ambition.
