Robert’s POV
It's as if the very air got sucked out of the atmosphere, just for me. I take slow strides towards my father. My grin spreading the more his knuckles whiten at his side. I ignore the rolling cameras and the brightening of lights, but it's obvious no one is ignoring me. Finally.
I come to stand right before Roman. I hope the camera's are capturing the building of sweat on his temple. If I didn't know any better, I'd say he's nervous. As he should be. He spent the last few decades ignoring me and now I have everyone's attention, I finally have his attention.
"Hello, Father." A wave of hushed whispers crashes around us. My flesh raises with goosebumps as I catch passing questions. Does Roman have another son? Is he illegitimate? Is this true?
I intend to answer the last que
