" My baby! "

I saw her almost jump out of her bed as she saw Damian.

According to her lastest memory, I was her husband and a human and Damian was our son.

We had to pretend it was real.

Damian was doing a good job at that, perhaps. Or perhaps he wasn't even pretending.

I sat on that chair beside her, she looked at me and smiled.

" I hope you have been feeding him well? "

Mystic Joe was busy making a face at me, perhaps trying to ask me to nod and say yes.

Forced smiles never looked more pathetic. I could have never imagined what...