Feyre made her way toward her mother’s home, a boxed cupcake in one hand and a small bouquet of flowers in the other as a gift for Mother’s day. The sunlight leaked through the trees, and the golden beams warmed her face as she happily walked along the sidewalk. It was a perfect day, or almost. She’d only wish her father could be there to also celebrate with them.
Little did the young witch know, her wish had come true.
She had been paying attention to a cat that trotted along the short garden wall next to her when she heard movement ahead. A man had crossed the street, and he looked... familiar.
Feyre’s steps slowed for a moment as she registered who she was looking at, and her first thought was true. It was indeed the same man who her mother had shown her photos of.
Her Father.
“Hey!” Feyre called after him, pace quickening for a few steps to catch up. “Your name wouldn’t happen to be Lee, would it? Lee Marlowe?” If she was wrong, she’d bury herself in a den of embarrassment, but she had to try. It had to be him. Right?
@lee-marlowe