Sixteen: I Will Always Protect You.

The metal gates drifted apart with a buzz and the first person to receive him back from the penitentiary was his wife whose shoulders Oscar brushed past.

He’d only spent a few hours in there but you could see the disgust plastered on his face, like he couldn’t wait to get home to a long shower to wash the prison stench off him. “You could say thank you.” Aaron who had gotten him out muttered beneath his breath but without saying any word to either of them, Oscar made his way to the front seat of the car.

Aaron squinted at her with the keys in his hands and they walked back to drive home. Oscar exchanged quick glares through the rear view mirror and Sofia just sat in the back seat with a hard lump slipping down her throat—she was a hundred times relieved that he had been let out. That Oscar was coming home.

The drive was eerily silent and the minute they pulled over in the mansion driveway, he was the first to alight the vehicle and he made his way up the portico that led into the hou