Chapter 9

"Hah." "So, Damian, this is what you've thought all these years." "No wonder your attitude changed the morning after." "I used to think you just didn't cherish what you had. Turns out that this is how you've always felt." I felt a hint of disappointment, but mostly, I felt relief. I lowered my gaze, my fingers tracing the rim of the coffee cup, my voice soft. "Damian, have you ever considered that maybe I was the victim here?" Damian froze, staring at me. "What?" My mind wandered back...