Chapter 7

That night, Damian sat on the cold kitchen floor, unmoving, for the entire night. It was the first time he had looked so utterly defeated. In the past, no matter how late he returned home, there was always a light left on for him. There was always someone sitting quietly on the sofa, waiting for him to come back. Now, there was nothing. The vast, empty villa now housed only him, sitting alone, waiting for the sun to rise. The next morning, Damian didn't even bother to change his clothes...