DAMIAN'S POV
My parents are anything but bad. I know them. Caroline doesn't. And I can assure that my parents had nothing to do the that stupid TRISKELION gang...
But why did it all make sense.
I groaned as I honked loudly.
I was currently sitting in my car, parked in the side on an empty street. It was about 9pm now, and I still couldn't bring myself to enter my house.
Not Caroline's house...
My house.
I drove to my house in Daphne after the argument I had with Caroline. I snapped at Caroline for her 'theory'. But here I was, in front of my house, which was 5 hours away from Berry. For what?
Answers.
I wanted answers and proof to make sure, my parents weren't involved in this s**t. I had to prove it to everyone.
To myself.
I inhaled deeply closing my eyes, the dead bodies of my
