I did not cancel my plans.
I sent him a response saying: I've already got something on, what's up?
I had to wait for what felt like an eternity, forty long minutes, before he finally got back to me. By that time, I had already jumped in the shower, washed up, and was sitting in front of the mirror, fiddling with my hair, trying to make sense of the silence. The reply finally popped up, breaking the stillness, and I couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions as I read his words.
Come home before you go out.
Not a question. Not an explanation. Just that.
I put my phone down and looked at my reflection and had a brief, internal conversation about whether I was going to do what I was told.
I made it back to the mansion by 6:15.
As I walked into the living room, I noticed Damien standing b
