AVA
I stared at the picture until my hands trembled. It was not simply the visual; it was the meaning. I did not remember a hospital or a specific occasion. The timestamp on the back indicated that it was six months ago. That was during Damian's absence. When I feared he would died. When I discovered I was pregnant, I nearly passed out from sheer worry. I did not remember being followed. There is no remembrance of that moment being captured.
"What does this mean?" I asked, my voice cracking.
Damian resembled the man I saw that first night cold, closed off, calculating. But it was not to drive me away. It was how he was protecting me now. "He is showing me the extent of his reach," he murmured. "He wants to scare us. "On edge."
"He is doing a damn good job," I exclaime
