Fics like Don’t you forget

Mr. Shepherd placed a big hand against the back of his neck and softly lead him into the living room. Vittorello tried on a small smile. On the couch sat a tall woman. She had light brown hair, twisted tightly away from her face. She didn’t look excited. Her thin lips were pursed, and she looked at him like he was a dirty dog, staining her carpet. He was not staining her carpet. “Ruth, Grace, meet the newest part of our family.” Silence settled over the room, and it took Vittorello a few seconds too long to figure out that they wanted him to introduce himself. “I-I’m … I’m-“ the words locked themselves in his throat, twisting into sharp fear. “It’s alright, child, take your time.” He looked to his feet. Trying to force the words from his throat. “I’m… V—vitto—Vittorello … Vittorello Copia. It—it’s nice to—to meet you.” Vittorello Copia. Copia. That’s what his mother had left him. Copia. “Well, that’ll be Vittorello Shepherd from now. I’m David, but I want you to call me dad.” He nodded. He didn’t want it. He wasn’t Shepherd. He had a name. He didn’t need a new one. He didn’t want a new one. Copia. He was Vittorello Copia. He couldn’t lose that too.

Fics like Don’t you forget

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