The Reality

I follow Darius into a room, and he sits; I follow and sit with him, waiting and wondering what this is about. He doesn't talk; he just stares at his hands. I feel like this was the first time he ever really went somewhere like that.

"You made it sound like you see and speak to everyone, Darius."

"I assumed I did." He looks at me. "I went around, and I visited hospitals, schools."

"You clearly didn't, Darius. The orphanage didn't personally know you. Had they had, maybe you would have known about the children without wolves before??"

"Which right now I hate myself for. I followed my father's rules and guidelines. He had told me his way worked. No one complained, no one showed resistance against his way."

I laugh. "Have you actually looked at it? I mean, did you pay attention to the way your father did things and question it? Or was it a case of you doing it and not questioning it?"

"Why would I consider it or question it? Our father was a great man. He worked hard to right the wrong."