Jay Lee’s POV

I stood up and approached him. He remained standing where he was, unmoving. His blue eyes stared at me. It was the first time I saw and met the boy who was separated from me for six years. And for all that time, I didn’t know his whereabouts and identity.

If he knew the truth, would he be willing to accept my explanation and existence?

“Your name is Jensen, right?” I asked.

“Yes, who are you?” he asked. His voice was a soft boy’s voice. He ...