Damien.
I wasn't happy saving Noah either, but I just couldn't let my conscience eat me up. The decision still sat heavy in my chest, twisting uncomfortably, like something I had forced myself to swallow without choice. It wasn't clean, it wasn't simple, and it certainly wasn't something I was proud of—but ignoring it would have been worse.
I would not even be able to face Maria once she finds out about this. The thought alone made my stomach tighten. She would definitely hate me more, and honestly, I wouldn't even blame her. There were some things that, once revealed, changed everything.
