Carlo Kennedy looked and felt sincerely sad for his son. Right from when he was a little boy, he had watched him struggle with these dreams that were sent right from the pit of hell by demons to torment him. He called them his demon-possessed dreams because he did not know what it was.
But now, he was not so sure whether it was right to keep calling them dreams or visions. Liam looked shaken. He had not said another word since then, and yet, when Carlo Kennedy looked into his eyes, it looked like his eyeballs were looking inwards to his soup, searching for the dream he had lost.
Carlo Kennedy heaved a deep breath and sat up. He was not yet sure what his words were supposed to achieve for his son but he was not going to continue to sit here and watch his son go crazy before him.
