Touch

Richard was enjoying the time he got to spend with his son as he started to crawl and grow up each day and a little more. He loved being a father. No matter how many times he thought about it he couldn’t get enough of it. Richard wanted nothing more than to give something to the world in return for all it has given him. His wonderful wife and son, his presidency, his soulmate. He wanted to make sure that William would fight just as he did to make the world better. Give the world a gift, a big thank you.

Despite the pain, the difficulties, the tears and the challenges, Richard had been lucky. His mind drifted to her. To the woman who had captured his whole existence. Alyssa. Aly. His Aly. He had noticed her puffy red eyes that day in the garden but chose not to push her for answers. He later realized from the quietness of her phone and messages that her and Liam must have broken up. Liam used to call her every day around 3PM to see how her day was going. He hadn’t called for 3 days. An