Chapter48

#Chapter48

That had been a question that had haunted Stryker since he had been old enough to notice the distinction in her affection.

/"My only guess is that it was to spite my father. I know they didn't have a happy marriage. She absolutely hates him now. Maybe she just saw him every time she looked at me. She always tells me that I'm my father's son. She says it like it's the worst insult to ever be said./"

If you were not his, maybe I could be proud of you.

Those were the words she had said to him on his wedding day. They were the nicest words she had ever said to him, which in itself was seven different shades of pathetic.

/"I think that was why I fell in love with Samm— with Sam./"

Jamie stiffened at that. Pulled his hand away with a harsh yank, twig-like arms curling around himself in a hug.

Stryker didn't want to continue. He wanted to just... linger in his memories. Any memory so long as they didn't include Sam.