While the doctor spoke to Kat, Victor found he needed to sit down. Panic was starting to grip at his chest and flashbacks of losing Sarah rushed his mind. That was the problem with an eidetic memory. Every single important event in his life was filed away in there with perfect clarity to be replayed at any time, like some kind of horrific movie. Without even realising he was doing it, he clutched at his chest and watched his girlfriend with fear in his eyes.
Hermes hardly noticed Victor and he was trying very hard not to notice Erica. He wasn't here for her, he was here for Kat, though the sight of his estranged daughter was like being punched straight in the heart.
"Kat," Hermes leaned over his granddaughter's bed and he smoothed her hair out of her eyes. "Do you know who did this?" His words were said with great care, but there was a sinister meaning behind them.
He was going to gleefully murder whomever had harmed his grandchild.