DAMIEN
The shock of Aunt Amelia’s death still lingered in my mind. Even when we arrived at the church, I couldn’t believe she was gone. Amid all the disbelief, there was a form of relief.
A form of peace that washed over me as I realized my days of inner turmoil were over. It was as if I had gotten a respite from everything that was done to me.
There wasn’t any form of guilt running through me, just joy and content.
Victor, on the other hand, radiated joy through a smile that, for once, didn’t seem entirely fake when Melissa and I approached him. I found it strange that he was so elated, and I couldn’t help but feel a bit confused, but I didn’t dwell on it. My focus was on escaping the conversation he had roped me into.
I wanted nothing more than to get away from Victor and his so-cal
