DAMIEN
I stepped out of the shower and decided I wasn’t going anywhere today. Home felt safe, despite everything that had happened.
All I wanted was to enjoy that feeling while it lasted.
As I dressed, my mind lingered on the fact that Missy’s tea had worked, but my thoughts didn’t stop there. The guilt resurfaced.
I sighed, trying my best to push it away.
I left the room quickly, my eyes immediately landing on Nicho as I made it downstairs.
He was sitting at the dining table, staring at his phone. Missy was nowhere in sight.
Nicho lifted his head, locking eyes with me. “How are you feeling?” he asked.
“I’m fine,” I replied, avoiding his gaze.
“Are you sure? Missy found you in a really bad state yesterday.”
“It was nothing serious,” I said, pulling out my phone to give my hands
