Nina walked slowly towards the couch, her arms still wrapped around herself. As she sat down, she sunk in, looking up at Damien.
"I don't have control over motel furniture." He said, hands tucked in his pocket.
Nina shook her head. "So…the truth. Why did you hide it all from her?"
Damien stepped closer bowing his head.
"Things were complicated. I had just been betrayed by my nephew and I've been waiting for the perfect moment to strike." He paused for a bit.
"It didn't take long before I found Ryan, he had changed his name and taken on a new life. But he was never smart enough to cover up his tracks. It took three years to put CrossCorp into place. It was well known in New York, so it wasn't hard to get it up and running when I came to Atlanta."
"Are you saying you started a whole new life in Atlanta for Ryan's sake?" Nina asked surprised.
