Damon's POV
Inspector Marianne's visit to the station today had sent me into a spiral of reflection. Sasha had constructed an elaborate web of lies throughout our entire relationship—a deception few could orchestrate with such precision. Then there was the matter of the abortions, which I'd temporarily pushed aside while dealing with Maya's situation. But the truth about Sasha remained lodged in my mind, impossible to ignore.
The whole situation was so utterly preposterous that I could barely process it.
"Dad, I've told you repeatedly that I'm staying out of this. Damon has every right to cut ties with you!" I heard my sister's voice as she entered the living room, phone pressed to her ear. "No, Dad, I refuse to speak to him on your behalf—not even if you offered to return everything you took when I left home. I don't even want the car anymore. Those things mean nothing to me now."
