âWhy did you want to kill me?â Raegan inquired.
She knew this question might seem naive, given it was obvious that Davey harbored a desire to kill her as Caseyâs daughter.
However, she had noticed that those who appeared clever often met their end swiftly at Daveyâs hands.
Perhaps appearing somewhat naive and frightened might lower his defenses.
Plus, she was genuinely curious about how Davey had located her when she was a child.
Davey, his face gentle and bearing a mild smile, answered, âBecause I couldnât bear the thought of my love being tainted.
Your very existence is a reminder of her once compromised purity.
â
Raegan was left speechless by his madness.
She steadied her voice, which trembled slightly.
âHow did you locate me when I was a child?â
âIt was purely by accident,â Davey replied, smiling.
âI didnât expect your foster father to guard you so vigilantly.
You were quite fortunate.
â
His smile then morphed, becoming more sinister and twisted.
âYou didnât perish in the cold that night, nor were you suffocated in a trash bagâ¦â
Raeganâs eyes widened in horror.
âIt was youâ¦â She gasped, piecing together the implications.
âYouâre the one who put me in a trash bag and discarded me!â
âNot too dumb,â Davey remarked, acknowledging her realization.
Daveyâs face twisted into a satisfied grin.
âIndeed, you are quite lucky.
When I threw you away in that bag, I slammed it against the ground several times, yet here you are, alive.
â
Raegan listened, her horror growing.
How could anyone inflict such cruelty on a child? Her survival, she knew, was due to her bodyâs flexibility as a child, described by her foster father when he found her in a garbage dump.
After bringing the young Raegan home, they discovered bruises covering her body.
She was barely clinging to life.
They nursed her, doubting she would survive.
Yet surprisingly, she soon became energetic, and further medical examinations revealed no Lingering issues.
Raegan suspected the mud had cushioned much of the impact, and childrenâs bodies were naturally more resilient.
There were instances of children surviving high falls with minimal injuries.
While rare, such miracles did occur, and Raeganâs case was indeed miraculous.
Reflecting on her narrow escapes from Daveyâs attempts to kill her brought a new calmness to her demeanor.
Gradually, Raegan attempted to engage Davey in conversation.
âIs my mom in your custody?â she asked.
Daveyâs facade of gentility vanished as he seized Raegan by the jaw, his eyes sharp and menacing.
âDonât dare call that woman your mother.
You donât deserve to, and I wonât let you Live!â
The murderous intent in his gaze was unmistakable.
Raegan knew Davey intended to end her life.
This deranged man, who had already tried to kill her twice, was certainly not going to pass up this chance.
Pain surged through her jaw as it cracked.
Raegan struggled to breathe but managed to cry out defiantly, âLet me see my mom one last time⦠After that, do whatever you wantâ¦â
âDream on!â Davey released Raegan abruptly, throwing her to the ground.
His eyes were icy as he spat out, âYou, a cursed being, shouldnât exist!â
Davey could not accept that his revered goddess had borne a child with another man.
Such a blemish had to be removed!
Despite the searing pain in her jaw, Raegan continued to plead through her tears, âJust one look.
Let me see my mom, please⦠I want to cross that off my bucket list.
.
â
Davey found amusement in Raeganâs acute awareness of her looming death, coupled with her sole desire to see Casey.
He taunted, âYou want to see her, but she might not want to see you!â
Raegan shook her head in disbelief.
âYouâre lying.
How could my mom not want to see me? She loves me.
If it hadnât been for you kidnapping her and abandoning me, we would still be living happily!â
âIt seems you wonât believe it until you see it for yourself.
â