A Journey from Bitterness to Truth

Chapter 8

Was this kid coached by Matilda? Teaching him to play two–faced games like this.

Yvan, seething with anger, stormed into the living room and caught sight of Matilda standing there. All the emotions from their five–year separation surged to his heart in an instant.

Matilda’s eyes held a deep–rooted fear and pain that made Yvan involuntarily clench his fists.

“It’s been a while,” he said tersely.

Matilda didn’t respond.

Logan, unable to stop Yvan, ran to his mother’s side, took her hand, and said, “Don’t worry, Mommy. Let’s go to bed.”

Mother and son turned to leave, intending to ignore Yvan completely.

“Stop right there!”

The angry voice from behind made Matilda shiver, and even Logan could feel her hand. trembling.

Yvan, his anger turning into a bitter laugh, said, “Aren’t you going to explain this kid to me?”

Matilda’s voice shook as she faced Yvan. “I’ve served five years. Why can’t you just let me

years. Five years that had demolished all her love

his eyes, dissatisfied with her reaction. “You got what you deserved. Why play

as she turned away and said bitterly. “Right? So what are you doing here, throwing yourself at

Yvan reached out and grabbed Logan’s hand.

straight at Yvan and said

“please” and “Mr. Boyd” were

Dad,” he demanded.

have

looked up, a smile playing on his lips. “I just have a mom who spent five years in jail.” In that moment,

a word, but Logan’s single sentence pierced him with

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and his love! How

Yvan remembered what Matilda had said as she was taken away

ever realize how

Yvan’s chest, and he looked at Logan, asking a stupid question, “When were you born,

ask? In prison,