Damian nodded once. He already had his plans.
Henry studied him. “Why don’t you ask your grandparents about what really happened?”
Damian exhaled. The sound was tired. “I did. But I don’t think they’ll say anything. Grandma told me the doctor said if I force myself to remember, there’s a chance I could lose my sanity.” Remembering his grandma’s terrified expression, he couldn’t stress her again.
He looked at Henry. His eyes were dark, jaw tightened. “What if she’s telling the truth? Because when I get nightmares, I wake up and my head hurts like hell. I feel like it wants to explode.”
Henry didn’t answer for a long time. Then he nodded once. “Alright. We play it your way.”
Meanwhile, Vanessa reached home and threw herself on the couch. She hadn’t expected the child to be Damian’s.
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