ログインChapter 53 Damon POVThe gathering had gotten to that time of the night when nobody was quite ready to leave but nobody had anything new to say either. Music drifted from somewhere near the porch. People drifted with it.I was aware of the women across the room the way I was aware of rain starting outside, or a change in the wind or a car some meters behind me. I took note of it and moved on. There was nothing in it that asked for more attention than that.I'd been coming to Sleepy Hollow for years. Sometimes, I stayed but never long enough for anyone to expect it of me. I'd show up, fix whatever needed fixing, settle whatever needed settling, and leave before anyone thought to ask when I'd be back. It was never about being thanked for it. I didn't think anyone here even kept count of all the small things I'd quietly held together over the years.Arrive. Work. Leave. That was the deal and I liked it that way.And in every single one of those visits, I
Chapter 52Annabelle POVI was in the living room, buried in one of the books I took from the shelf, with a cup of coffee by my side. Damien was at the back, mending some part of the fence nature had slowly but consistently damaged.Earlier this morning, I was at the back of the house for no other reason than curiosity. I realized when I woke up, I hadn’t toured that part of the house. I came out of my room and went there. Prepared. That was the word that came to mind not empty. It looked the area had been cleared for something.Damon didn’t look like the gardening type but then again what did I really know about the man. I looked at the clearing again, could it be some sort of meditation place? Or a place he could work out. Suddenly, a couple of deer stampeded into the compounded through a gaping hole in the fence.A scream escaped my mouth and they ran off. Almost immediately, I heard feet moving quickly through the house. Dam
Chapter 51Annabelle POVWe arrived at Damon’s house. As I got out, the smell of earth filled my nostrils. It was what not exactly what I expected but it came very close. The house had a presence that said it had been lived in for quite a time. There were trees at the end of the compounds and they were occupied by singing birds. There were hardly any decorations. That would have been a real surprise.I stepped into the house and stood to get a fill of the house and more insight into the man besides me.There were splinters on the shelves and tables around the house. My eyes fell on the bookshelf. It was supported pieces of wood in some places. The books on the shelves weren’t for décor. They had been read and judging by the worn edges, repeatedly. A man who read, it was little wonder where the introspection came from. On the dining table, the circle of fade brown at the mouth of the coffee mugs told me all I needed to know. I
Chapter 50Damon POVI stayed back a little distance as Cal led our little procession with Annabelle besides him. Annabelle listened every Cal said like it was life sustaining. There was a certain glow on Annabelle’s face as we went around town. I was conscious of the small distance between her and I. I always made sure that it wasn’t reduced or widened.I had learned that she hated when someone hovered around her. I noticed the way her nose flared up in disgust one evening when I came too close to her. The way her shoulders tightened when I stood over her, supervising how she was bandaging herself up. I remembered shifting away and seeing the way she exhaled heavily with relief. It was the reason I was never in the same room with her for too long. I stayed long enough to avoid her realizing she was the reason I left the room but not long enough to bother her. besides, there was always wood to chop, lawns to tend to, weeds to clear and some recon to do; I had a pretty good excuse
Chapter 49Annabelle POV.The man’s name was Cal. The greeting between Damon and him was easy and deep. It was the kind that of bond that was shared between survivors of an ordeal.Cal turned to me, turned to Damon. The expression on Cal’s face gave me a hint that Damon probably never brought people into the town before. I watched his face as assessed Damon and I. The flicker of surprise immediately gave way to something else I couldn’t quite place. Whatever conclusion came to his mind, he probably liked it, a little too much if I might add. He cleared his throat, his tone and demeanor shifting from light banter to genuine warmth. “You must be Annabelle. It’s a pleasure.” He extended his hand.He knew my name? That meant Damon told him about me. The same Damon who went through a lot of trouble to make sure we weren’t discovered. He must truly be a remarkable man for Damon to have mentioned me. For some reasons I didn’t know, I felt a pool of warmth flow through my body as I took his
Chapter 48Annabelle POV.I stole a glance at him from the corner of my eyes. He wasn’t a man or many words; color me surprised when he started waxing lyrical about Sleepy Hollow. I realized for the first time, he had let down his guard, so I just enjoyed the rare occurrence. Damon said nothing else as we rolled into the town. There was a different air to him now as we rolled into town. His grip on the steering wheel had loosened, he stole less glances at the side mirror and rearview mirror. The biggest giveaway was his half smile when I had asked if the town had good people in it.We got into the town proper and my eyes widened. I was surprised but didn’t understand why I was. I had no expectations but some how the place clearly exceeded my expectations. Damon’s uneasiness and the whole of business of needing to leave urgently gave me an unconscious expectation of a town that probably had little houses and sparse population, something like a frontier town in Westerns. Sleepy Holl







