For a few seconds, no one breathed. The room became too quiet. Only the sound of rain hitting the windows could be heard.
Madeline shot to her feet. Her chair screeched across the floor. But she didn’t move toward him. She stopped halfway, like getting closer would break him.
“Damian, no,” she whispered, her voice cracking with fear. “Please don’t do this to yourself.” She pleaded.
Her hand pressed to her chest, like she could hold her heart in. “The doctor told us, Damian. If you force the memories, if you dig them up... he said there’s a chance you won’t come back the same. That you could lose yourself. Lose your sanity.” Her voice cracked.
Tears welled in her eyes. She blinked fast to hide them. “I couldn’t lose you too. Not after your father, Darius.”
Gordon just looked down, his
