Operation: Threads of Connection

Careful

Damian's POV:

I laid in bed, holding the photos Anya and I had taken at the arcade. Each day was becoming more difficult to restrain myself. She was looking more and more beautiful each day, I always loved her cute looks, but lately she's been putting in a bit of more efforts in her appearance. I was losing my mind...

My phone began buzzing, bringing me back to reality. It was a text from Mr. Forger. I quickly put the photos back in the drawer and picked up my phone, my heart racing. Was Anya okay?

"Please call me when you have a chance."

I quickly began dialing his number, My mind was racing with possibilities. What could Mr. Forger want to talk about? As the phone rang, I took a deep breath, trying to steady my nerves.

"Hello, Damian," came Mr. Forger's calm, familiar voice.

"Mr. Forger, is everything alright? Is Anya okay?" I asked, my voice betraying the anxiety I felt.

"Anya is fine," he assured me. "But there's something important I need to discuss with you. Can you come to the house?"

"Of course, I'll be there as soon as I can," I replied, relief washing over me that Anya was safe, but curiosity gnawing at me about what could be so urgent.

After ending the call, I grabbed my keys and headed out the door. The drive to the Forgers' house felt longer than usual, the minutes stretching as my mind conjured up various scenarios. When I finally arrived, Mr. Forger was waiting for me at the door.

"Thank you for coming, Damian," he said, leading me inside.

"No problem. What's going on?" I asked, glancing around the familiar living room.

He gestured for me to sit down. "There's something I need to show you," he said, his tone serious.

Mr. Forger handed me a folder. I opened it to find a series of documents and photos that seemed to be surveillance shots of various people, including myself. My heart pounded as I looked through them.

"What is all this?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper.

Mr. Forger sat down across from me, his expression grim. "I've been investigating a potential threat, and I believe someone has been watching you as well. We need to figure out who's behind this and why."

My mind was racing again, but now it was with fear. "Do you have any idea who it might be?" I asked.

"We think it might be your father, but there's not concrete evidence yet. I wanted you to be aware of the situation and to be cautious. You might need to alter your routines and stay alert," he advised.

I nodded, feeling a mixture of dread and determination. "What can I do to help?"

Mr. Forger gave a small, approving smile. "For now, just stay vigilant and report anything unusual." His eyes then softened as he reached into his pocket, pulling Anya's ring.

"She was wearing it wasn't it? It must be hard for you Damian, I'm sorry we couldn't tell her about your relationship," Mr. Forger said as he looked at the ring. It brought me back to the day we had found Anya..

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"Do I know you?" Anya asked, her eyes full of confusion. Is it possible...?

"It's me, Damian-n, do-o you remember me?" I asked worriedly. Anya's eyes searched mine as if she was looking for an answer. She shook her head. Did she even know who she was?

"Where are we? Where's my mama?" She asked, I looked at her, was she looking for Mrs. Forger?

"Yor? She's at home waiting for you," Mr. Forger replied, Anya shook her head once more.