Chapter 19

I enjoyed having my family around me these days, but somehow I felt like I didn't have enough space. Every time something happened between me and Damon, someone would interrupt us. Plus, Damon's overly caring behavior didn't help at all. Sorry, caring isn't the right word, I don't know if there's a good word to define someone who keeps nagging me, "you can cut the apple yourself," "can you go downstairs?"

It's been driving me crazy these days. Even the doctor said I'm fine and out of danger, yet he still exaggerates. And I know every woman would want that, but it's already too much. He wanted to install an elevator so I wouldn't have to go downstairs to the living room anymore.

I feel my nerves getting on edge as I write more in my journal, so I decide to put it on the nightstand next to the bed.

The phone starts ringing. I look around and finally find it. It was a number not saved in my contacts, so I answer.

-Hello! Good day! Is Miss Elenor Rossi on the line?

-Yes. Thi