“Afterward, I forced her to erase the memory. I also lost track of the child, and let fate do with him what it wished.” “That kid could have grown into something dangerous,” Bryson hissed. It had been an irresponsible and reckless act by someone who should have been far above such nonsense. “He did.” “Who?” Her gaze cast downward, unable to look him in the eye. “Your father.”
I had a feeling a page ago. But WHAT?
