"Who's the kid?"
That single question from Devon just about air fried every last butterfly in Ambrose's stomach. He gulped, keeping the shaky smile on his face while quickly alerting the system.
'Aura… this might be it. How do I explain to him that Orion is our son from the future without sounding like a crazy person?'
[Well, if it makes you feel better you already sound like a crazy person.]
'Not helping Aura!'
[I told you—I can't help you solve your missions. Especially this one. You'll need to figure out how to break the news to him.]
[That's what makes it exciting.]
This fucked up system was after his life!
"Don't tell me you're going to ignore the question again." Devon sighed, lowering the flask in his hands. He brushed past Ambrose, smiling at the little boy. "Hey, buddy. Why did you call me papa?"
Oh, hell no.
