Damien's POV
One month.
One month after Nuru's wedding.
One month of moping my days away and looking like a kicked puppy. My family's worried gazes always following me.
Time moves so slowly and fast at the same time when you are stuck in limbo.
I had not bothered to look for another job whereas in other times I would be up and about.
Ophelia had been visiting quite often, but we didn't indulge in talking about my family. She felt I wasn't emotionally ready despite my insistence that I was.
I had not spoken to Victor apart from short texts here and there.
I didn't even think of Amira anymore. She had visited several times and I couldn't recall what we had talked about all those times.
All I thought about was how Nuru was faring. Was she mated? Was she happy? What was she doing
