26. The child's father

Damon's Pov

"I'm sorry for your loss."

"Sorry for your loss, Mr. Contreras."

I felt as cold as ice, standing by the graveyard, my eyes reading through the inscription on the tomb. My daughter was dead, she was gone forever.

I could still hear the sound of her laughter, ringing in my ears like a lost melody. The pain in my heart was excruciating, yet I held the tears in my eyes for Ian's sake.

He stood beside me, tears like cascade dripping from his eyes. His whining crushing me further, I couldn't bare to watch him.

I bent on my knees pulling him into my arms. He could barely look away from the grave.

"It's okay Ian." I said to him staring deep into his eyes, but he only whined louder than earlier.

"Becca isn't dead is she? This is only a joke right daddy?"

His denial was like a spear, piercing into my heart and I felt empty and clueless.

There was no way I could console him, I could barely hold out myself.

"Ian, Becca, is umm..." I tried to explain but I broke out in t