"He was stacking them, hidden from us in boxes, while I was working three jobs at sixteen to keep us alive," Sacha said in a slightly down tone...
Stan stared at the far wall.
"While we thought they'd forgotten us."
The words landed harder than anything else. Because they had believed it, for years. They had believed nobody had looked for them. Nobody had cared, nobody had remembered. And all along, that had been a lie.
Stan exhaled slowly. It took him a few seconds to trust himself enough to speak.
"I'll read the letters later."
His voice was calm and controlled.
"The address. Where are they now?"
"Velaris City. Northeast Quarter."
His heart skipped a bit upon hearing Velaris City. From the blurred images of what he could remember, he recalled Mia's father telling Stan's parents that he had gotten a better job in Velaris, so he was moving there.
"I'll text the exact address to you."
The message arrived immediately. Stan glanced at it. His pulse quickened.
