Damien’s POV
I bolted out of the mansion like a man possessed, my keys clutched in trembling hands, my vision blurred by tears I couldn't seem to stop. The pain in my chest was physical, a crushing weight that made it hard to breathe, hard to think, and hard to do anything but move forward on autopilot.
I'd forgotten. In the chaos, in the destruction, in the revelation that my entire life was a lie, I'd completely forgotten.
Lily was still in the hospital.
My daughter: No, not my daughter, Fred's daughter, was lying in a hospital bed waiting for a blood transfusion, and her biological parents were too busy destroying my life to even ask about her condition.
The thought made my stomach churn violently. I gripped the steering wheel tighter, trying to push down the nausea.
Fred and Vane
