He laughed again, bitterly, closing his eyes with his fingers curling against the sheet.

“ You mean to tell me, that he did all that..” he huffed. “... without even knowing I'm not his son?”

Grayson felt something inside him break.

He blinked, countless times than he had ever. His teeth clattered, but he kept fighting it back, the burn behind his eyes.

“ Grayson please…” Ciara pleaded, weeping profusely.

But he looked up, turned to Bennett.

“ You..” his voice trembled. “ Was that why? Why you always show up at my birthdays? Why you were so nice? Did you know and still let them treat me that way?”...