Timothy And Sarah

Anthony's POV

After the encounter with my father, I retreated to my room, my mind swirling with thoughts about Jake and our complicated relationship. I lay on my bed, staring at the ceiling, trying to process everything that had happened. My father’s stern words echoed in my mind, but so did the warmth of Jake’s kiss and his touch. I wondered how we were going to navigate this relationship, especially with the secrecy it demanded. Just then, the sound of the gate beeping brought me out of my reverie, signaling that my mother had arrived.

I got up and looked o

ut the window, curious to see who she was with. To my surprise, she was accompanied by two children I had never seen before. They looked around my age, one boy and one girl. Puzzled, I decided to go downstairs and find out what was going on.

As I reached the bottom of the stairs, I saw my mother and father entering the house with the two children. Not wanting to meet my father’s gaze, I turned to my mother and asked, “Welcome ho