decadent-rider
Twenty Thousand Club
She frowned shaking her head. “Ubbe’s sick. Like not breathing sick. It’s not a heart attack. They don’t know what’s going on and we’re on our way to the hospital.... He needs you.” She told him seriously. “He won’t see Hvitserk. Not after yesterday.” She frowned watching her husband go in and out, just worrying about him.
Ivar just grumbled in acceptance and got himself together for the day, heading downstairs carefully, seeing the photos on the walls and frowned some at all the photos of Max’s mother. Not many of her but a lot of her mother. It was strange.
Ivar just grumbled in acceptance and got himself together for the day, heading downstairs carefully, seeing the photos on the walls and frowned some at all the photos of Max’s mother. Not many of her but a lot of her mother. It was strange.