Emir stood on cleanly cut grass, holding a glass of whiskey in his left hand, and a child, no older than six, in his right.
It was Faye.
She was trying her best to climb on his shoulder and reach his head, claim it as hers, but he kept her in his embrace, his eyes scanning those who stood next to each other before him.
Everyone that he had any semblance of care for was here, wearing dapper clothes.
Laura, Lily, Lyra, Ragnar, Morgiana, Elijah, Jake, Emma, Kiera, Jack, Sarah, Evan, Hiro, Leo, Nathan, Jamal, Raymond, Logan, Mariane, and Evelyn.
Well, almost everyone.
Emir invited Amon, but unfortunately, he was too busy, even now he had a Q&A.
Those vultures wanted everything they could get out of this disaster, treating it like content more than anything.
'Well, good luck to him.'
As that thought passed his mind, he brought Fay closer and began to speak:
