Chapter 5 - THE CONFRONTATION BEGINS
Damon shoved past his mother, ignoring her protests, and sprinted toward the main entrance where Laura was disappearing into the crowd.
"Laura! Wait!" he screamed, his voice echoing off the vaulted ceilings of the luxury shopping complex.
Shoppers parted like the red sea, watching with rapt attention as a man in a charcoal blazer chased a woman in a green sweater.
He didn't care who saw him, he didn't care about the girlfriend he had left behind, he only cared about the truth.
He reached the sliding glass doors just as Laura was stepping out into the cold, biting December air of the parking lot.
He grabbed her arm, spinning her around, and for a moment, they were back in the past, locked in a painful, familiar orbit.
Her eyes were cold, devoid of the love that used to sparkle there, replaced by a wall of impenetrable, hardened ice.
"Don't touch me, Damon," she said, her voice quiet, lethal, and more intimidating than any scream could ever be.
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He looked down at the boys, who were staring at him with a mixture of fear and confusion, their eyes identical to his own.
"Are they mine?" he asked, the question pathetic, weak, and hanging in the freezing air between them.
