LATIFAH'S GARDEN

I didn't say anything.

I had run out of words to say.

For about a minute.

'Fine." I looked him dead in the eye as I said that one word.

I was sick of all of this nonsense.

I had no plan, but all I knew in that moment was that I was going to leave at once.

"You have absolutely no right to talk to her like that." A familiar voice scolded.

We both turned around to see Latifah sitting in a wheelchair at the door frame.

Damon's features immediately softened.

He quickly walked over to her and started examining her face.

"You shouldn't be out of bed now, you know this, why are you here?"

"It gets very boring when you're couped up in your room all alone." She said seeming annoyed.

"Wait don't try and change the topic

Damon, why were you speaking like that to her?"

Damon's features immediately hardened again.

"That's none of your business."

"Look Damon I get you are angry but there is no need to take it out on her. We all suffered this attack together."

Damon didn't say a word, he just clenche