Quiet. That’s all I hear as I open my eyes. No clinking of the pans from mom cooking, no newspaper shuffling from dad reading and no smells of coffee and bacon greeting me. I suddenly never felt so alone as I do right now. I don’t have Damian to mind-link for comfort. I am sure as hell not reaching out to Holly. I just can’t cope. Suddenly, I heard the front door opening and swift steps coming to my door. Before I can even reach, Zach blows the bedroom door open with a s**t-eating grin on his face!
“Did I startle you?” He asked smugly. He knew he did by the face. I had clutched the blankets up to my chin and my eyes were as wide as saucers.
“Ass” I snorted as I eyed the bag, he brought with him.
“I assumed you were going to need some breakfast to start your day and a friendly face. Hurr
