Erasmi stood at a distance, his gaze fixed on the unassuming house, grappling with the uncertainty of whether he was making the right choice. Having spent two days in New Creek, he had only mustered the courage to approach this family.
Contrary to his expectations, the place had its own charm. Though the house hinted at a bit of neglect and slight need for repair, it emanated a comforting homeliness.
That night when he'd left for here, blindsided by anger and the unjust blow that the old man had dealt him, he'd been sure of his decision. But now, he was not so sure.
He wanted to get to know his son. His son. The feeling that filled him was one that he had no way of describing. He'd not even met the boy and already the need to love him and protect him was making him crazy.