Lauritz's POV
Two years should be enough for a person to forget the harm done to them.
That was what Lauritz thought when he looked at his father's face at the atrium of Hollowood's first floor, but the trembling that overtook his bones told him otherwise.
It was as if the temperature of the entire floor had dropped several degrees, but when he looked at his companions, he saw that he was the only one trembling there.
"Warden, sir...?" Lauritz knew he was about to do something stupid, but it was the only choice he had in his hands.
By the way things were changing, it was only a matter of time for the kid to have to come to terms with his past, and accept that, even though the house of the Crossed Paths weren't the place where he belonged to...
The time had come for him to face his darkness.
"Yes, Mr. Lauritz?" He heard the warden's voice behind him, but didn't turn around.
