Emma CoxUncle did not speak of his humble origins. My presence must be an anathema to him. A statement in flesh and bone, not of what he had been, but what he would become if he were to lose everything he had gained.
Uncle did not speak of his humble origins. My presence must be an anathema to him. A statement in flesh and bone, not of what he had been, but what he would become if he were to lose everything he had gained.