Stella Lockwood blinked. "You are..." She couldn't place him for a moment.
"I'm Mr. Parrish... You came to my house when you were little, remember? Back then, you and our Phoebe were the best of friends... You played chess and read comic books together. Oh, and you celebrated Phoebe's birthday twice... We still have the videos of you and Phoebe celebrating his birthday all these years later..."
"Oh, so you're Mr. Parrish. Hello! It's been ten years. You've put on some weight, so I didn't recognize you at first, my apologies... And this must be big brother Phoebe... You look so different now..."
Stella Lockwood greeted them with a smile, her gaze landing on the young man in the wheelchair. 'Frank Parrish. The same Frank Parrish who said he wanted to marry me when we were kids and got a beating for it. How did he end up disabled?'
That was ten years ago now.
The one who beat him up was Hanson.
That time, Flynn Lynch and Hanson had come to take Stella Lockwood home.
