Present – Damon
“D… you’re up?” Alex asked gently.
Damon didn’t answer. He didn’t need to. The way his eyes bore holes into the wall was answer enough.
“I got you some soup,” Alex added.
“You haven’t eaten anything,” Ryan said.
Damon took the bowl, mechanically sipping like a puppet forced to act alive.
Alex turned to leave. But then—
“Did you tell him?” Damon’s voice was a rasp.
Alex stopped.
“Did you tell him what happened? About me? About her?”
Alex sighed, then sat beside him.
“No, D. Neither Ryan nor I said anything. But my guess — he’ll be coming — but only because he heard about Eva’s accident. That’s it.”
Silence. Then came the calm before the storm.
“I heard your little reveal. She kept the baby.” Damon smirked. A smug plastered on his face.
Alex blinked.
“Of course
