Mia's POV
Maybe there was a part of me that knew that Damon wasn't all that clueless, but I wanted to ignore that voice for as long as I could. I knew if I acknowledged it, it'd be the same as losing him, and I wasn't ready for that.
"Go ahead."
His eyes bored in on mine, waiting for a response. I wanted to tell him the truth, it was right there on the tip of my tongue, but it failed to come out.
Would he look at me the same if I told him the truth? It was what I feared the most.
"Isn't that your real name? Mia?" he asked.
There was no denying that. I had no other choice but to tell him everything.
"Yes."
Where should I begin? How should I start telling him who I was?
How does one look into their partner's face and tell them you were the cause of their mother's death?
I couldn't do it. I hated to see the look on his face, I dreaded it.
He looked relieved, like he'd been wanting me to come clean for a while now.
