DAMIEN.
It is beyond weird—it is utterly baffling, and frankly, every single thing happening right now is grating on my last nerve. What kind of cruel, twisted joke was fate playing on me?
The entire time Patricia was standing right in front of me, I kept feeling the unmistakable, tugging pull of the bond. It was insistent, echoing deep within my chest.
Yet, there she was, looking at me with total innocence, claiming she didn't have the slightest clue who Maria's twin could possibly be.
Looking into her eyes, the frustrating truth became undeniably clear: she really doesn't know anything. She isn't hiding a secret; she is completely in the dark.
But if that persistent bond pull was real—and I knew without a shadow of a doubt that it was—then what did that actually imply?
What truly happened back then?
A mountain of details simply doesn't add up. If it really was a stillborn as everyone was led to believe, then why on earth was Maria kept completely ignorant of it?
