APOLLO'S POV
A figure abruptly disrupted my spell.
Silver hair.
Silver eyes.
An expression so calm it bordered on unsettling.
The moment I saw him, my mind paused.
Father?
That's mean—
"Joaquin."
I heard Lorenzo say.
That name.
"Joaquin?"
I blinked.
The man looked at me and, in a calm tone, said,
"So you're Apollo."
Then it suddenly clicked.
"Ah... Emilia did mention having a brother."
Or was it brothers?
Honestly, my memories were still a mess.
I had suppressed some of my painful memories before, and now they had burst like a broken dam.
Every wall I had built to protect myself was collapsing.
I rubbed my temple.
Then I looked at him again.
A smile tugging my lips.
Right Emilia.
At the next second I said a message to my beloved sister in-law.
{You gave me a gift.}
I said my voice sounding as gentle as ever.
Each word emphasis since I dont want her to forget me.
{I'll be sure to take care of this gift}
My eyes focus onto that figure.
