Damon's POV (Two months later.) “Hey you.” Emily interrupted, “I thought it weird that you'd be out here all alone.” He said, drawing her night gown around herself. Subconsciously, I did the same. “My therapist says she thinks the air is good for me. I'm getting better, in here.” I tapped my temple. “That sounds good.” She nodded. “Do you have a minute?” She asked. “Sure. Here, sit.” I stood up from a swing I had installed in the garden. “No, you don't have to do that. I'm terribly comfortable being on my feet. My sides, and backside are sore.” Emily refused. “if you insist.” I sat back down, looking at her. She was beginning to look like the Emily I used to know. Her hair had just started to grow evenly, or maybe it was one of the nurses playing salon with her. She looked so pretty out in the daylight. “I wanted to say thank you, for everything.” She started, staring down at her feet. “You don't have to…” I objected. “No, please. Please just let me speak
Last Updated : 2025-10-11 Read more