Richard's pov

I watched as my son struggled to sit up, I had to rush to his side.it broke my heart to see him struggling.

"who are we putting behind bars? "he asked again,this time assertively.

I chuckled awkwardly.i didn't know what to say. I didn't even know where to begin.how could I? Why would I? If it's going to cause even more pain, it's better to avoid talking about it altogether.it would only upset him.

"son, you have to rest. You're too weak to stand on your own. "I said concerned, trying to evade his question.

"No, no, I'm fine dad. I'm... Fine. "he protested, shrugging away from my...