The rest of Lena's days in the hospital were filled with endless thoughts, thoughts that refused to settle no matter how hard she tried to suppress them. Her mind constantly replayed Damon's words, over and over again, like a broken record she couldn't turn off.
She still couldn't wrap her head around it.
Her father…being a cheat and a liar.
And Raymond's father… a murderer.
The weight of those truths sat heavily on her chest, making it difficult to breathe at times. Everything she thought she knew about her past, her family, and even Raymond felt twisted and uncertain now.
At some point during those quiet, restless nights, Lena found herself drawing a strange comparison between the two men. In a way, they were the same, both flawed, both guilty of things that had hurt others deeply.
The only difference was Raymond.
Raymond had lived through the consequences of it all.
