Damien's POV
" How could you?" I said to the man whose face I never thought I would see again. A man who is supposed to be six feet under.
" Are you going to come in? Or are you just going to stand there and stare?" he said to me.
For a whole year, we have been mourning the death of my father, and all along, he is not dead? This doesn't make sense to me. Why would he do something like this? But he was right, I can't stand here.
I went inside the house. I noticed that he was using a cane and that he was dragging his foot. He sat down and put the came on the side. I sat down.
" I'll be outside," Sergio said.
" No, you will stay here. You are part of this well," I said to him.
" I know this is not ideal, but it had to be done," he said to me.
" I saw your body. You are dead!"
