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One hundred and eighteen.

Irina’s POV

I could hardly sleep. Damien tries several times to pull me against him, but it was no use, I was agitated, worried about our family. Several times I sneak out of our bedroom and into Logan’s, just to watch him sleep. It would be his birthday in a couple of days, and we had promised to take him bowling along with a few of his friends and the girls, but I had a bad feeling about it.

“Irina, come back to bed.” Damien’s hands rub the back of my neck, trying to ease the tension and as I relax into it, Logan stirs, making us both jump and quietly slip out towards our bedroom, we had become wary of our own son and we both knew it.

“We can’t let him do this to us Irina.”

“I just… I just don’t know what to expect.”

“Maybe that’s the problem, maybe we are always waiting for the bad stuff. Maybe we should try and let him live a normal life, not constantly be on top of him.”

I nod my head as I bite my bottom lip while climbing into bed and try to settle down to sleep. Damien pulls me
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