WADE’S POV

*10 years later*

“Pa, the doctor said that you inhaled too much solvent paint fumes for a long time. No more painting for you,” I informed him.

He looked at me in anger and then slumped down on the couch and closed his eyes “Ignoring me is not going to change the fact that I value your health. You know how worried I am. I only have you, Pa.”

I hovered over him as the Milan sunset hit the vast villa windows. Picking up ...