Starting Over

Erich sat in front of his father with a stoic expression. He had seen and been through too many things to be surprised by this sudden revelation. And yet he still had a hard time believing it. Because of this, he could only get a single question out of his mouth after staring in silence for some time. 

"You knew?" 

Heinrich smiled for the first time that Erich could remember. In his past life, he had known his father for eighteen whole years before he was disowned. A mistake he did not intend to make this time around. And during that time, his father had never once smiled at him. It was almost like a dream, a dream he wished for in his youth, but had forgotten long ago. But what came next was even stranger.