Date = 8 November
Place = San Francisco (Damion’s house)
POV - Damion
I stare at the tiny black-and-white photo in the locket. It’s old and a little faded. But it clearly is a family — mom, dad, brother and sister.
“That’s Harry and his family.” Jackson is walking up and down my living room. It’s the Blackburn way of thinking … they all do that. But they also have their own unique thing too.
For instance, Mel would rub a piece of cloth, usually her sleeve, between her thumb and index finger — indicating that she’s either deep in thought or pretty anxious.
Logan takes the locket from me. “This locket came from the person who stabbed you?” he asks as confirmation. I remember that Jackson shoved something into Axel’s hand before they took him away. I’m just not sure why he didn’t tell u
