Chapter 87 My adopted son

"I'm only allowing you to stay here because you're like a son to me. Also not ignoring the fact that you might relapse as soon as you walk out of my sight." Garreth said cautiously. "I have a thirteen year old staying here and I swear to God if you influence him or teach him anything... I will not hesitate putting my hands on you."

"Thanks, I really appreciate it. Everything... you have done for me." Ignacio said rigid in his stance.

"Alright.." Garreth said softly. "Everything is all stocked up, I think you want to freshen up. Breakfast is in an hour. I'm bringing a barber to give you a hair cut..."

Ignacio ran his right hand through his shoulder length voluminous jet black hair. He knew Garreth was right, he needed to start over. From his hair to his clothing to his attitude towards life.

"That's if you want to have a hair cut.." Garreth added.

"I do, I want a new start."

Garreth nodded.

"Has Spencer reached out?"

"No.." Ignacio replied.

"If he does, let me know."