We were loud enough that Damian heard. He came running out barefoot.He stood in front of me, arms out, glaring up at Lorenzo, like a little knight guarding his princess.Lorenzo looked down at him and laughed, cruel. "Just like your mother. Cheap."Damian's eyes went red. He didn't move an inch.Same stubborn streak as his father.Under the pillow on Damian's bed was a photo. Me and Lorenzo, from before.He'd always known Lorenzo was his dad.When the pain got bad, he'd curl up in my arms and whisper Lorenzo's name.When he finally fell asleep, he'd dream about his dad coming home.His dad was a hero. He'd had to go away for important reasons, but he was coming back.His dad said he was a little hero. While his dad was gone, Damian was protecting Mom.When his dad came back, he wouldn't leave again. He'd stay with them.And as soon as Damian got better, they'd all go to Disney together.That was the dream. He'd wake up and there was just Lorenzo's mouth, twisted in disgust.And the wo
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