Damien’s POV
When I returned to collect the girls, Annette was so distracted, or maybe she was avoiding me, but she didn’t turn to look at me. With the way she kept rubbing her forehead, it was clear she was still in some pain. I wanted to go to her, to make sure she was alright, but…
Dr. Wyatt’s words echoed in my mind. I had a lot to think about and I didn’t want to make things worse. I couldn’t keep pushing things until I had time to consider if that was truly the best course of action.
After leaving the hospital, the girls and I got into the car and our driver took us home. The girls entertained themselves by talking to each other, which gave me time to get lost in the expanse of my mind and the many questions harbored within.
That slip Annette had made… when she had known about my
