Dating The Son Of My Killer
Language: en
I was ten years old when I watched a sedan lose control and tear my brother out of this world. The driver didn’t stop. The taillights just dissolved into the rain, leaving my brother dying in my arms and my right leg shattered, a ruin of bone and blood that would leave me with a limp for the rest of my life. After that, the concept of "family" evaporated. I thought that was it. I thought my life was destined to be a series of limping steps through an endless gray corridor. I was just surviving, dragging my bad leg through the shadows. Then I met Harrison. He was the definition of a…