Mireille felt a mixture of feelings all at once. Feelings that she could identify and a lot more that she could not identify. She suddenly wished she had just died and not woke up from coma.

What was the essence of waking up and being hit with so many news like this?

"Yes, he did. Dante killed his own father. If he could kill the man who gave birth to him, then who am I? Mireille..." James cupped her face.

"If he could do that, then who are you too, Mireille?"

"No." ...