Lily’s POV
Damian's words resurfaced in my head. The part where he said I could have the wristwatch back if I wanted it. I understood, though. I would've said the same thing in his shoes. How bad, or even worse, could he have felt hearing me ask prying questions about a gift my father had meant to give him?
Damian ran into me and my family during one of our family outings, a ritual we never missed. I was a baby then, but old enough later to hear the story of how he'd been crying that day, not wanting to go back to the orphanage once it was time for the matrons who'd brought him and the other kids to the park to take them home. My father bought him ice cream and a few toys, and he finally stopped crying long enough to leave with them. The next day, my birthday that year, my father went t
