The night was cold, and Damian walked into the morgue slowly. The call about his father’s accident still played in his mind. His hands were shaking, but he forced himself to stay calm. He needed to see for himself if it was true.
A coroner walked up to him, holding a clipboard. She looked at Damian with kind eyes. “Mr. Wolfe?” she asked softly.
“Yes,” Damian said, his voice rough.
“Please, follow me,” she said, leading him down a hallway.
Damian’s steps were heavy, and his heart was beating fast. He wasn’t ready for this, but he had no choice.
They stopped at a steel table with a white sheet covering the body. The coroner looked at Damian. “We found these at the scene,” she said, handing him a small plastic bag. Inside were his father’s watch, wallet, and cufflinks.
Damian stared at the items for a moment. They felt small and meaningless now.
The coroner gently pulled back the sheet, revealing Mr. Wolfe’s face. Damian took a step back, his breath catching in his throat. His father looked different-cold and lifeless.
For a moment, Damian didn’t move. His jaw tightened as he stared at the man who had controlled so much of his life.
“You should have been better,” Damian whispered, his voice low. “Better to me. Better to everyone.”
The coroner stayed quiet, giving Damian space.
“You were a terrible man,” Damian said, his fists clenching. “But you were still my father.”
The coroner cleared her throat softly. “If you’re ready, we can talk about the next steps,” she said.
Damian nodded slowly. “Let me know when I can take him for the burial,” he said. His voice sounded cold, even to himself.
The coroner nodded back. “Of course, Mr. Wolfe. I’m sorry for your loss.”
Damian turned and walked out of the morgue. The air outside was cold, and he took a deep breath, trying to calm the storm inside him.
His phone rang, and he quickly answered it.
“Damian,” Raphael’s voice came through the phone. “What happened, is it true??
“Father is dead,” Damian said bluntly.
Raphael went silent for a moment. “Well I don’t know what to say ?” he said softly.
“Car accident,” Damian said. “I just saw him. He’s gone.”
“Do you need me to come to you?” Raphael asked.
“No,” Damian said firmly. “Stay with Aurora. I’ll handle this.”
Raphael sighed. “Alright. But if you need anything, call me.”
Damian ended the call without replying. He sat in his car, staring at the empty street ahead. His father was gone, and there was no going back.
He drove home slowly, his mind full of memories he didn’t want to think about. His father had been a cruel man, but his death still left a hole.
When Damian reached the mansion, it was quiet. The lights were on, but no one was around. He walked inside, his footsteps echoing in the empty halls.
He climbed the stairs to his room, his body heavy with exhaustion. Inside, he sat on the edge of his bed and pulled out the bag of his father’s belongings. He took out the watch, turning it over in his hands.
“You caused so much pain,” Damian said softly. “And now you’re gone.”
He placed the watch on the table and leaned back, staring at the ceiling. His heart felt heavy, and for the first time in a long time, he didn’t know what to do.
Damian sat quietly, his thoughts heavy. The memories of his father filled his mind memories of anger, pain, and silence. He stared at the bag again, the watch and cufflinks reminding him of everything his father had done.
The house felt too big, too empty, like it was swallowing him whole. He took a deep breath, but it didn’t help. His chest still felt tight.
“You left so much behind,” he said softly, his voice barely above a whisper. The quiet around him grew louder, and he wondered what to do next. For the first time, he felt truly lost.
Damian lay back on the bed, staring at the ceiling. His mind wouldn’t stop racing, replaying moments from his childhood.
He remembered his father’s stern face, the harsh words, and the way he always made Damian feel small. But there were good times too, even if they were few-like the time his father taught him how to tie a tie or the rare evenings they had dinner together.
Those memories felt distant, like they belonged to someone else. His eyes grew heavy, but his thoughts kept swirling. As sleep slowly pulled him under, one question lingered in his mind: “Was I ever enough?”