Amelia’s POV
Even into the next day, I kept thinking about Damien, how close I came to losing him, and how that made me feel. When he entered the examination room, covered in blood, my heart had totally stopped. And before that, I had been so worried about him…
It was as if all my negative feelings for him had been pushed to the side. I could only focus on what it would have felt like to lose him. How a piece of my heart would have been cracked and empty…
I hated to think about it, but I forced myself too. Only in evaluating these feelings could I force myself to understand them.
What I had felt, worrying that Damien could be hurt or worse, and then seeing him in the examination room alive but potentially hurt…
Knowing he ran to be at the appointment, heading straight here from the ba
