Alexander examined the place Rose had once been. She had always been much closer than he realised and knowing that left an unsettling feeling. Had he been more determined he could have found Rose when he returned. They could have left long ago and started a new life elsewhere.
'She has a family,' Alexander thought.
How was it possible that after so many years Rose had found her family? Were they good people? He could not dismiss thinking this since Rose had been sold by someone.
Alexander didn't have any interest in finding his family. He had few memories of them that would not leave him since unlike Rose he remembered who sold him and for how much. No matter how hard he tried, those memories would not vanish.
"So, you're an old friend. I am more of a recent friend. My name is Finn," Finn said, offering his hand to Alexander.
Alexander only stared at Finn's hand. It was quite bold of this man to make such a gesture. "Why are you so friendly?"
