Father s Day
Father's Day By circe The house was still as the sun set over the garden, casting long shadows across the flagstone patio. Inside, the only noise was a deep male voice, softly reading at his son's bedside. John sat on the cartoon bedsheets, the book of Greek myths and legends open on his lap as his son, Jack, fought off the tiredness he so keenly felt. "Finally, Pandora could stand it no longer," John read, his voice rich and soft in the darkness. "When she knew Epimetheus was...