~Darius's POV~
"She will be fine, Darius, I assure you."
Kenji has said that at least a hundred times. From the car ride to now, where I am practically pacing holes into the hospital floor.
I attempt to sit, but the moment I lower myself, I'm back on my feet again. Kenji sighs, slumping further into his chair, giving me a small smile.
"You know she's my sister, right?" he says, clearly trying to distract me.
I stop pacing and look at him properly.
"Yeah," I answer quietly.
He nods. "Well… I believe her. Everything matches. Her date of birth, her year… I saw the details you put on the table back there. I still find it unbelievable, but... it's her."
I inhale slowly, calming myself. "She had a really tough life. So forgive me if I'm hoping you and your family aren't secretly the bad guys."
He lets out a soft laugh. "I get it. Trust me, my father will be thrilled."
"I'm glad," I murmur. "She's been all over the place since she found out."
