Lisa's POV
I saw him fumbling with his words. I listen as he describes everything in detail, leaving no detail untouched.
I want could hold him in my arms, comfort him, and assure him that everything will be well as I watch him struggle to keep from crying in front of me.
They claim that time cures all wounds.
Damien is already recovering, although he is unaware of it. During the whole year, I worked for him, I was unaware of his struggles with anything this significant.
He struck me as being nasty, gruff, and vicious. I had no idea that he was still struggling with the trauma of having his wife pass away in his arms only a minute after they had an argument.
I want to weep about it. I'm trying to control my tears, however.
A tear escapes from my eye when I am unable to contain it
