(Samuel’s POV)
The first time I heard those words, I’d been furious, enraged, someone dared to call my son stupid and boring.
I’d almost beaten a man half to death because of it. But the whispers didn’t stop, and on the contrary, only seemed to grow louder and louder the harder I fought.
Overtime, I learned how to act deaf and not react to the whispers around me, and surprisingly, they quieted down.
I remember the relief I felt then. And then, the guilt and shame that engulfed me because of it. I don’t know when the whispers that once enraged me began to make me shrink in embarrassment.
But they became my hidden pain, and soon deep seated resentment, erasing any good will I once held for Caroline.
Because when it came down to it, she was the one who gave me a defective child. It’s h
