Damian's POV
The word sat in the hospital room like something physical.
Brother.
I held it at arm's length and looked at it the way you look at something that requires full examination before you let it close enough to do damage.
Reeves was watching my face.
Lena was watching my face.
I held the monitor's steady beep and the morning light through the window and the IV line in my hand and said nothing for a long moment.
"His name," I said finally.
"Daniel Ashworth," Reeves said.
I searched my memory. The name moved through it without connecting to anything — no face, no context, no thread that led anywhere.
"I don't know that name," I said.
"No," Reeves said. "He changed it." He paused. "His original name was Daniel Kingsley."
The room was very quiet.
My father.
My father who
