Violetta
Dean Hewitt had his father's eyes.
Not just that comforting deep brown, but also the kindness that was there. Even Finn relaxed a little more once Kenzi had been ushered away. Dean had watched her go with an arched eyebrow, but he didn't say anything until she was gone.
We appraised each other carefully. He was still in the middle of the dining room, and I was hovering in the doorway to the kitchen.
There were some other similarities. Same jaw line and widow's peak. Dean was definitely his father's son, but he still had a youthful look about him. He didn't have that hardness in his father that Parker did.
"You're not responsible for my father's death," he said quietly. "I came here to say goodbye and to talk to the people who were closest to him. It didn't take long for your
