Damien just finished clearing the table.
He joins me in the kitchen to help with the dishes. I missed doing this with him. I'm too exhausted to be doing chores but this little ritual with my boyfriend warms my heart and fills my soul.
He stands next to me over the sink, a wet plate in his hand. I turn to glance at him.
"What did your mom mean by that?"
"By what?"
"Vanessa is dangerous?" I ask. "She seems convinced that Vanessa is capable of killing me. And she wasn't too happy that I'm working for Vanessa or that she's our neighbour. She thinks that I'm in danger. Should I be scared?"
"My mom is just being dramatic." Damien huffs. "Her hatred for Vanessa grows every day. She just doesn't want the two of you to be friends. I bet she's afraid that Vanessa will make you hate her. And th
