Damien hated that Ken was right.
There was no version of this where Maya walked away unhurt. The possibility that her parents could have survived was devastating enough, reopening wounds she had spent years learning to live with.
And on top of that, there was Janice.
Janice had been part of her and Jaime’s lives when they had no one. She was someone they had trusted enough to consider family.
And now he had to be the one to tell her that the relationship had started with a lie, a truth that could taint years of memories Maya had believed were genuine.
Damien lowered his gaze, the weight of those words settling heavily over him.
“This will break her.”
“Possibly,” Ken said. “Or it could make her even stronger.”
Damien looked at him.
“I’m not saying it won’t hurt her,” Ken continued.
