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Chapter 12 - Damn Dmitri (Kalenah Conrad POV) Pt. 2

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Chapter 12 – Damn Dmitri (Kalenah Conrad POV)Pt. 2 

"He's... there is something different about him right now, Lena," Ansel whispers about Samson.

He is right of course.

In two years I had not seen this – openly caring – side to my Samson since his twin Silas passed away, the light in his eyes, and his actual pleasure in being around anyone. Sure he was content, thoughtful and very kind to those around him, but my son was different, ever changed without his twin around.

I could only describe it as a lost look in his eyes somehow, my older children all had their significant others, except for Samson. He tried dating, had his eye on different girls but from what I could see it hadn't gone anywhere serious. While he was handsome, hardworking and intelligent and had many admirers the one that was the closest to him was Taylor Rosario – the daughter of lifelong friends.

Taylor wasn't the one for him though. Romantically speaking.

While Talia was with Javier, Taylor and Devin's older brother, and Brennan was with Devin herself – Taylor wasn't the right girl for Samson.

Sure Taylor was a lovely young lady, but it wasn't the right match, not in my eyes – or that of a few of my children. She had a way of going along with what Samson would find interesting, whether she was into those things or not I wouldn't know, but I didn't want a puppet for Samson.

He – again in my opinion – needed someone that could be patient, peel the layers of his complex mind back. He and Silas were as thick as thieves, staying up late, in one of their rooms and whether they were outdoors or indoors, as long as they were together, they were happy.

Ignoring thoughts of Samson's behavior as of late, I sit reading my poetry to Faith as she struggles to breathe, the child not needing one more thing to go wrong, but yet here it was.

The flu.

I had expected this when I first received Faith's files – when she was to be my client – but instead she was severely burned instead. But –unluckily – now here she was with the flu I had expected knowing that her immune system had been altered by living so isolated. After being contacted by Walsh, and their specialist they brought Faith to, when they first removed her from the prison Dmitri kept her in, all the different medications, I was expecting her to be less advanced than she was. Not giving me much detail I had expected a far less intelligent individual, yet was knocked off my feet when I finally placed my new patient to the girl that was in the kitchen in the dorms independently making a meal for my family.