Amelia’s POV
The clock on my bedside table read 11:56 pm.
It was almost midnight, yet Damien hadn’t come home yet.
I tried not to let the thought bother me.
He had been coming home earlier lately. Sometimes before I even expected him. He'd started having dinner with me, asking about my day, and getting more involved. So tonight felt different.
I reached for my phone and unlocked it.
No messages. Or Calls.
I put it back down.
“He’s probably busy.”
That was what I told myself. But deep down, I felt incredibly unsettled.
I turned to the side and pulled my blanket tighter.
Ten minutes later, I heard the front door open.
I stayed where I was until I heard footsteps approaching.
Then the bedroom door opened and Damien stepped inside.
His eyes landed on me.
“You’re still awake?”
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