I'm curled up in bed, staring at Damien as he gets ready for work. He's wearing a brown suit that looks beautiful on him.
He grabs the tie and stops to look down at me, a frown forming on his face.
"Are you okay?" He asks softly.
"I'm fine." I mutter. "Why?"
"You don't look fine." He huffs. "Is this about Vanessa? I thought we talked about this. She's going to be staying here until she feels better."
"This is not about your ex." I say. "It's about my fùcking father."
"What!"
"My dad has cancer." I say. "He's dying. I found out yesterday about it and I don't know what to do. So I'm stuck in this bed, thinking about what I should do."
Damien is quiet for a moment. Then he slowly and smoothly crawls into bed and pulls me in his arms. We stay quiet for a couple of minutes before he bre
