Chapter:- 94 (My Dad)

Author POV:-

Jace took one look at his best friend and burst out laughing. "What happened to you?"

Jonathan had markers—in a variety of different colors—all over him. His body was colored in and outlined, and it looked as if a blind alcoholic had attempted to create new ones with glittery gel pens.

Jonathan glanced down like he had forgotten the marker was there. "Oh. Rain did that. He likes drawing."

"Have you ever heard of this thing called paper?"

Jonathan punched him in the arm. "I'm encouraging creativity in my son. What are you doing with your son? Oh, that's right, you don't have one. So shut up about my parenting techniques and spar with me."

And apparently, he and his family didn't know how to say no to Rain, because a week later he showed up to his meeting with nail polish and something that looked vaguely like flowers painted on his arms. Each nail—and parts of his skin because Rain wasn't too good at staying inside the lines—was a different color. His right thumb was brigh