ANTHONY'S POV
"Uncle?" I asked in horror, staring at the man. His face was kind of similar to my Dad's, but his hair and eyes were different.
I think his name was Uncle Kol—something. I last saw him over a year ago,
We didn't see him very often. And I only said 'hello' a few times.
"Ah, so you remember me?" he asked me. "When was the last time you saw me? At your father's birthday party?"
I slowly nodded my head.
The servant then came away from Marco, and I looked at him and saw his eye color had changed. They were the same brown gold color as uncle's. Tears were coming out of his eyes for some reason, and he wiped them away.
"That's much better," my uncle complimented Marcos' eyes.
My eyes widened in shock as I stared at Marco as well. Marco looked down at the floor in embarrassment. He didn't say anything.
He had also called Uncle, 'Dad', just now.
"What's wrong, Anthony?" he asked me. "You look as if you've seen a ghost."
