**Chapter Twelve**
**Zelene**
The days after Damian’s visit were a blur of restless energy. He’d left without much explanation, and though he’d promised to stay in touch, his absence felt heavier than ever. Mikey noticed my distraction, though he didn’t say much about it. He’d been busy with soccer practice and school, but every now and then, he’d ask about Damian. I didn’t have the heart to tell him I didn’t know where Damian was or what he was doing. Instead, I’d smile and say, “He’s just busy with work,” hoping Mikey wouldn’t see through the lie.
One evening, as I was tidying up the living room, my phone buzzed on the coffee table. I picked it up, my heart skipping a beat when I saw Damian’s name on the screen.
“Hey,” I answered, trying to keep my voice steady.
“Hey,” he replied, h
