Chapter 63

Damian's POV

I drove around town for a considerable amount of time to calm myself, but somehow I found myself across a kitchen island at the end of the day.

"Wasn't expecting you, Damian, but I am glad you came today with a clear mind. How's Tristan?" said Martha, my therapist.

Henry was just at the corner, playing with a child who happened to be in her house. I could not go home with the knowledge I had just attained, I actually needed someone to talk to, someone who listens.

"I thought of making an appointment, but since I couldn't wrap my mind around a conclusion if I was coming or not, there was no need to place myself in a position to make false promises," I said. As expected, she responded with a nod. We were in her kitchen, and she handed me a can of soda.

 "I don't take this." I repulsed the can and then placed it back on the seat.