"How are you holding up?" Katherine came up behind Damien, who is fixing his cuff links to his shirt, and wrapped her arms around his midsection. She had just gotten out of the shower and was in her robe.
He told her everything that happened yesterday during breakfast. It wasn't the most pleasant time to talk about decades-long secrets over pancakes and eggs benedict, but was there ever really a good time? Truth didn't choose a time. It was always there, sitting, waiting to be unraveled. And when it did, it would either create chaos or save a life.
Damien would like to think neither. He didn't want chaos, but he also didn't want to save the life of the person responsible for his father's death.
