Chapter Thirteen

Adora

A strong silence, the type that felt as if someone had died, descended upon the house. Mom dropped down on the single sofa, slumping rather than sitting straight, and stared at me with concern and pain in her eyes.

Grandma kept berating Damien and his mother, blaming herself for welcoming them. Dad walked with stiff dignity, piercing the room and forcing a laugh.

I wish he would just stop. I sighed dejectedly, my hands trembling, feeling a sensation of emptiness. I wasn't expecting to see Damien in my house, and I wondered what must have gone down with his mother and his girlfriend. Perhaps the girl went crying to Damien's mother.

His mother looked so good for her age, and it was either that she had very good genes or she had gone under the knife. But I could bet it was the second option because her face was lifted, and she was talking through her nose.

The woman looked jocular and vain, and I shuddered, wondering how my bond with Damien was going to end.

This wasn't looking goo