Lisa's POV
I saw myself in a familiar place. I was back in that very spot, the moment when it all went down, the time when I knew I was truly alone, that moment when everyone who had even been in my shoes knew they were alone. The moment when we were placed in a position to grow or remained stunted.
I was back in the Sinclair mansion, beside a man named Gideon Sinclair, he had just had an accident, it had gone viral on the net that he might not make it out alive due to the manner of head injury he had sustained, and the level of surgery he underwent two months ago.
In two months I sat at the side of his bed, cleaning his feet, and running errands on his behalf, in two months I have been more involved in the company than I have ever been, and I was tired with saggy eyes and pale skin, I thought of Damian and how I would have loved he was here instead.
I wanted to sleep and I could not afford to leave because I had to keep a promise I made.
