THIRD-PERSON POV
Denise's brows knitted and confusion danced in her eyes as Dean watched, growing increasingly concerned. She had just said something that had hit him like a lightning strike, and he was not quite sure what that meant.
"You don't remember having a mother?" Dean's voice wavered with disbelief, and his eyes locked on Denise, searching for any hint of explanation.
"No, I don’t remember, Dean. I don’t remember mentioning anything about my mother or who she is at all," Denise responded, and Dean was even more confused.
A deep furrow marred his brow as he listened to Denise's words. The confusion etched on her face mirrored his own internal turmoil.
How could she not remember how she was longing for her mother just a while ago, to the point where she had cried? He searched h
