LEILA
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Maybe everything I had ever thought about Damien, the darkness that clung to him like a second skin, the ruthlessness that could chill you to the bone, all seemed to trace back to my mother’s actions.
All this time, all he had wanted, deep down, was to exact the same kind of revenge, a bitter truth that settled in my stomach like a lead weight.
I could feel it in the air, a lingering tension that even Gerald, who usually bounced back from anything with a grin, couldn't completely dispel but Damien… Damien wasn’t wired that way.
He didn’t simply get over things, not even for a little while.
He would make sure you understood the depth of his pain, would rip your heart out if you didn’t feel it too.
He truly lived by that twisted code of “do unto others as you would ha
