Chapter 122

In Jaxon's home, there was a big, tall oak tree in the backyard. The sun was setting, making everything look golden. Jaxon sat under the tree, feeling heavy-hearted about the past. He couldn't forget what his father did to him, but strangely enough, he still wanted his approval. Then, his foster mother, Cecelia, came over to him, looking worried. She was a kind and loving woman who took care of Jaxon and his foster little brother, Junior, when they were kids. She had seen Jaxon grow up into a strong young man, but she could see that he was still carrying pain and turmoil inside.