My plan was to wake up before Damian to make sure I could talk to him. But when I woke up, I was alone in bed. I had slept so soundly because of his tight embrace, which had comforted me and stopped my crying.
I stepped out of the room and looked around, hoping to find a maid or a family member of Damian whom I could ask about his whereabouts. Surely, he didn't leave me, right? It was only 6:30 in the morning.
"They're in the garden having coffee, ma'am," said the maid I asked.
She led me there, and from a distance, I saw Damian. He was with his siblings, having coffee. I didn’t know how to approach them, so I stayed behind a large potted plant. I just watched him from afar. I saw how his siblings were chatting and laughing, but he seemed uninterested. He was in his usual serious mode,
