"Yeah, mine." His thumb rubs against his finger where his ring no longer lay, and it twisted in his gut.
"Or they- they were mine. That's my son, Melas. And that's my - that's my wife, Talissa. Used to by my wife. Ex wife. I don't know." His voice went quiet. "Picture is a couple years outta date."
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"Or they- they were mine. That's my son, Melas. And that's my - that's my wife, Talissa. Used to by my wife. Ex wife. I don't know." His voice went quiet. "Picture is a couple years outta date."