Damien’s POV
For the rest of the night, well into the morning, I made that one cup of coffee last so that I wouldn’t have to go back to the breakroom and chance seeing Annette again.
In the moments of quiet, my mind would wander back to that room, to the peaceful look on Annette’s face in her sleep. When I caught myself however, I forced myself back into the moment, watching my daughter. I also scolded myself for allowing myself to think of Annette.
I must have really missed Amelia, body and soul. That had to be the only reason I was thinking of Annette with any interest at all.
Dang it, I allowed my mind to wander again.
Forcing myself back to the moment, I focused on Stacy again, just in time to see her face twitch and her eyelids flutter open.
At once, all other thoughts were cast
