#a child

Where's Robert's mom? Why doesn't he look like his dad? Those are questions Robert's had all of his life that he never got answers to before his father died. But there's a simple explanation, there is no mother. Not really. Robert's a clone. And not Robbie's clone, Eli's. He's the man who came up with all the science stuff, all Robbie had to do was copy his formulas for cloning, with a few genetic variations from other DNA samples Eli had on hand before he ended up with his own child. The device he used to make his son, Robert the third, breaks but why does he care? He got what he wanted. A legacy. To Eli, Robert was just another thing Robbie stole from that he never got the chance to claim. He wants Robert. Not because he loves Robert. But because he sees Robert as an extension of himself. Because that's what Robert is. Him. Younger, with an entire life ahead of him. And he wants Robert to know he's Eli's, not Robbie's.

the £1.29 potted basil plant I bought from lidl is still thriving in my dining room over a month later and I’ve developed an emotional attachment to it