Avery watched as the water droplets rolled off the glass, he should probably leave since the heavy rain that had him seeking comfort in the cafe had dwindled to a drizzle, still he sat, sipping a coffee that had long gone cold.
Because where exactly should he leave and go? He had come to the realization that he had never quite found a home in this new world. He certainly hadn't found one in the Ford mansion, there had been a short moment of joy in Vicente's home, but that had been accompanied by the niggling feeling of guilt that he was stealing a warmth thst wasn't his, Vicente's love didn't belong to him, it belonged to a grandson that he would never know was long dead.
