VINCENT'S P.O.V
My eyes thinned as I brought the shirt to my nose again. I could smell the scent buried deep within mine, and knowing my mother, she would have smelled that too. I saw her, and apart from her not recognising me, she never acted out. Maybe a few times, but not hysterically.
"What happened after she acted out?" I asked Jordan, my eyes lifting to meet hers.
"She was put to sleep."
My brows furrowed even more, and I examined the shirt again. I wasn't sure when I had worn that shirt last. With the amount I had, I wasn't even sure if it was mine. I slowly folded it, then kept it on the bed.
"You should go downstairs, Jordan. I will join you in a bit."
She nodded, her eyes filled with worry. I watched her leave, and. I turned back to the shirt, and my eyes squinted. I would
