♱ Chapter • 88 ♱

♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱ •⋅ Loren ⋅• ♱

Of course.

The sky was clear, but I couldn’t remember the name of that color. It was the same color as that woman’s eyes, the eyes that shone when they looked at me.

"Loren, darling" she called me, called me like Dad called me.

I didn’t like it when they called me l...