“Damon happened Jenna.”
Her lips curved into a broken smile that screamed pain.
“Damon happened.”
Tears brimmed, falling silently, one by one, like ghosts from her past.
“Shefali D’Souza… this time you can’t run. If you need us to be there with you.” Jenny demanded, but more like a plea.
The name struck like lightning.
A loud sob ripped from Davina’s throat as she pushed back her chair, wiping any trace of tears and ran to the balcony. She couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t think. The name— her real name— had become a curse she buried deep beneath Davina Parker.
Jenny and Naina followed her and wrapped their arms around her trembling frame.
“It’s been five years since anyone called me that, I hated that name, that identity, those memories……” she sobbed,
“Still it hurts like it was yes
