DAMIEN’S POINT OF VIEW
I panicked when I shouldn’t have.
I had woken, trembling, when I clutched at the space beside me and Ava wasn’t there. I’d felt myself run loose again, my world startled and stupefied, but I’d quickly caught a trail of her scent and followed. She’d been in the kitchen, but now she wouldn’t even look at me.
I stood awkwardly by the door, letting my eyes glance across the bags and boxes in place, the arrangement of flowers and designs, all fit to suit her taste—yet all she had done was sulk in bed.
“Ava?” I whispered, my voice thin and breaking. She turned slightly to glance at me, and then proceeded to ignore me altogether. It hurt me real bad—couldn’t she see how down bad I was for her?
“I am so sorry. I shouldn’t have acted out like an obsessed freak. I shouldn
