Scarlett POV
“Scarlett, even if you don’t care, bringing this up still bothers me.”
He repositioned his grip on my waist and moved me to sit more firmly on his lap.
He knew I was just bored and looking for entertainment, but he still wanted to talk about it seriously.
“To you, none of it ever happened. To my messed-up brain, I lived through all of it. I genuinely believe there was a child… and that I lost him.”
He was being completely serious.
I still couldn’t really feel it the way he did.
He already knew his brain was broken, and he was still talking about losing a child like it was real.
But just because I couldn’t relate didn’t mean I had to be a dangerous sport.
“I used to have pets,” I said.
“I know what it feels like to lose something.”
He gave me a sideways look for com
