To say he wasn’t sure what he was feeling was an understatement. Silas was feeling all kinds of emotions, ranging from relief and thankfulness to downright paranoia and anxiety, as he paced his sparse bedroom. He was thinking of what to do. Now that Soren had remembered everything, had remembered Ravi specifically, of the bond they had developed in the first orphanage, would he become irrelevant? Would he become useless, and if so, was he not proving his father correct? That when the time came, and it would come, he would be abandoned, and the only person who had truly loved him had been him?
Now that Soren had Ravi, he would go back to him, after all, the look on his face when Soren remembered was something that would forever be etched into the back of his mind, the look of love, anger,
