Chapter 122

• In Jaxon's home, there was a big, tall oak tree in the backyard. The sun was setting, making everything look golden. Jaxon sat under the tree, feeling heavy-hearted about the past. He couldn't forget what his father did to him, but strangely enough, he still wanted his approval.
• Then, his foster mother, Cecelia, came over to him, looking worried. She was a kind and loving woman who took care of Jaxon and his foster little brother, Junior, when they were kids. She had seen Jaxon grow up into a strong young man, but she could see that he was still carrying pain and turmoil inside.
• "Jaxon, are you alright?" Cecelia asked, sitting down beside him.