Leo
Kayden was right. Everyone was right. I was the problem.
The weight of it all pressed down on my chest. It was suffocating and heavy.
Last night, when the walls had finally felt like they were crashing in on me, I had broken down. I had called my mother. She was the only person who truly understood what was happening to me, and I had cried. I had let all the armor I usually wore fall away.
"He looked at me like I was a monster, Mum," I had choked out over the phone, my voice cracking into a sob I couldn't suppress. "When he saw the news about the Enigma… when he realized what I was capable of… he looked at me with so much fear and disgust. He hates me, Mum. I know he does."
"Oh, sweetheart," my mother's gentle, soothing voice had echoed through the receiver, carrying a warmth I desperately needed. "Miller doesn't hate you, son. He's just terrified. Being an Enigma is not expected of anyone."
