He stood tall and proud on the edge of the docks. Edward brushed back his jet black hair “it’s exactly the same,”
His wife, Raven, hung from his arm like a handbag “what is?”
“Everything,” he replied “if all the same as when I was little,” his eyes scanned the water. It was beautiful. The sunset glow bounced off the water. The water let out a short whisper and the wood, under foot, whimpered an...