I want to cry now, because when I opened my eyes, Damon wasn't lying next to me. He wrote to me last night, but I didn't reply. It broke me that his parents obviously didn't like me. He had it pretty good there. When he first met Wilhelmine he had wrapped him around his little finger. Despite the fact that her husband had left her because she could not have children, she was still a trusting and kind-hearted person. That was one of the things I admired her for. The other thing was that she made amazing pancakes and they were my favorite food. But I got off topic. Damon had texted me about a hundred messages and I almost felt guilty knowing he was blaming and worried, but last night I was just too drained to calm him down. Inwardly I had hoped that he would just come over to my house in the
