ANNABEL
The past few weeks had been fun, normal, and Damon had ensured to always be there, dropping me off at school every single day, taking me out on dates and to movies and expensive shopping trips. I now lacked nothing, and I'd been speaking with my family regularly, hearing updates from Max about how everyone was doing.
It had been normal weeks without any drama, and I was preparing for my exams because it was exam week. I couldn't believe it had been four months already—five months since I lost my dad—and yet so much had changed. But I was worried about something that had been nagging at me constantly.
I hadn't seen Michael ever since that day, same as Janet.
I knew Janet was fine—I had seen her at the auction looking polished like some kind of fixed doll, all perfect and put tog
