That night, Damian stood alone, his back against the wall, staring at Pearl lying small and fragile in the hospital bed. His heart ached with a tight suffocating pain. He felt as if he was staring at a piece of himself, shattered and broken.
His gaze drifted to Melissa, who had fallen asleep in the chair beside Pearl’s bed, her face pale and worn with exhaustion.
Damian clenched his fist. His mind raced with questions. ‘Who would do this?’ he wondered, a hint of hurt in his gaze. ‘Was this an accident? Or was someone targeting me through her?’ His gaze darkened, eyes blazing with anger. ‘If this is because of me… if someone tried to hurt my little girl just to send me a message…’
He felt the heat of his fury burning in his chest. “I’ll make them pay,” he muttered, his rough voice barel
