Darryl didn't want to believe it. He wanted not to believe any of Dannah's suspicions, nor the least, consider them. However, no matter how much he wanted to erase it off his mind, the thing lingered deeper than it should.
The idea got him thinking and a deep pain rushed into his system. It was like time reversed and it brought him back to six years ago, the day when he came back from London after he ran away from the proclamation. That was the day that shattered his heart a million times, for that day he learned that his wife died and so was the child he never met. The feeling then was something no one can describe, it was burning hot that it left him nothing but ashes of his heart. He lost all the life in him and all hope. Instantly, he had seen nothing for his present, not even for his future.