"I'm a dead man born of Adrian's lies, and I'm trying to make sense of the chaos he's created."
Idan's last words echoed in Eleanor's mind.
At first, she was completely perplexed, not understanding what it all meant.
"The dead man born of Adrian's lies?" she repeated, and two people who could fit that description immediately popped into her mind: Damian and her dead second grandson.
There might have been others, but Eleanor only knew these two.
Suddenly, she remembered how the guy laughed when she corrected his story, saying that he was mistaken and that her second grandson was indeed stillborn. She hadn't thought much of it at the time, but now that she thought back, she realized that the guy's laugh was ironic.
"Is he..." a terrible thought flashed through her mind, and she looked again at the place where he had been standing, but he was no longer there.
For the first time in a long time, she felt a strong disappointment and at the same time a desire to find out the truth.
