Chapter 39

He took over the sculptures on the property from his grandfather.

Theoretically, I could have thought to myself that his father might not have been the best person.

I was at a loss for words on the subject, but I managed to squeeze his hand, which was hopefully better than nothing. That was some tough information to process.

Yes, I thought of something else I could do.

I released my hand from his and hugged him. Something like that was usually good and it was a sign of compassion or support, whatever it was, as long as it helped and made him feel better.

Amun wrapped his arms tightly around me and we stood there in silence.

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Finally, I pulled away from him with a clearing of my throat and somehow the mood was strange. Maybe I was imagining it or just thinking about it too much in general. It was hard to place exactly, but something still felt strange.

I didn't dare make eye contact and turned away. I turned