27: Goodbye

Dana

"Do you expect me to believe that curse exists? Dana, those are stupid lies people have made up over the years," he opined, but he had no idea.

I wished what Demian said was real, but a feeling in my chest screamed that I was right. The curse was real, and I saw it in myself every day. My health was deteriorating every day. Doctors attributed certain symptoms to pregnancy, but they said there was something wrong with me, and they couldn't find an answer.

"Why do you think the doctors don't know what's wrong with me, Demian?"

He narrowed his eyes.

"You said you know. You told me you're anemic and you'll get better," Demian recalled.

The weight of my lies fell upon me.

"I lied to you so you wouldn't bother me," I admitted.

Demian remained silent, looking at me. Part of him didn't believe me, but another part did. I noticed something strange in his gaze. Was it guilt? Remorse? Was he going to apologize to me for what he did?

I lowered my gaze for a moment. It was hard to ke