A powerful voice commanded the attention of everyone present, drawing all eyes towards the grey-haired man seated in the front row.
The man who had remained silent throughout, not a single word leaving his lips.
Slowly, he rose from his seat. His eyes assessed the crowd before settling on the head priest.
Silence deafened the entire garden. Not a single person dared to speak.
"My late wife and I were mates." Eric spoke. My lips parted in shock.
I turned to look at Dane, but the expression on his face could only mean one thing. It was news to him as well.
No one had known.
Not even his firstborn, Donald.
How?
"It was a long time ago. We were both young and full of life." Eric sighed. "If any of you knew our story then you would know we were friends long before anything else."
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