I was in a motel that was nearby. The musty smell penetrated our clothing and noses making the headache that I already had, ache more and more. I groaned as I checked my empty messages for the three hundredth time since I've arrived. I started fiddling with my cardigan's sleeve causing one of the delicate thread to come undone.
I felt a gentle hand bring me back to my anxiety mess as Damon held my fiddling commotion.
I leaned into him as we sat on the chairs because the mattress was infected with bed bugs.
The phone in my hand vibrated loudly causing me to drop my phone onto the ground. I checked the caller ID and read Nia's name. My breath that I held onto was released out of me like a deflating balloon.
"Nia. Update me."
"You're in trouble, young lady!"
"What?" I looked up at Damo
