Part Fifty-Two

Finley

I couldn’t control my beating heart. I could literally hear the blood rushing through my veins. He was here, he’d been standing just here a second ago before leaving. He must think I’m insane for staring at him like that! I couldn’t believe it, Damon was back.

“He doesn’t remember me,” I whispered to myself as I felt my heart breaking just a little.

I blinked away the tears as I sat down in the living room and rubbed my hand over my protruding stomach. I was thirty-two weeks pregnant and the only people that knew was Harley, Wells and Mimi. I hadn’t told Archer or Kat yet and I wasn’t exactly sure why, I guess I was afraid that the clowder would have some sort of claim on the baby.

“Hello,” I answered my phone still staring into space.

“Finley, it’s Connor,” he said.

“Hey,” I said and snapped back to reality.

“Are you okay?” he asked me.

“I just saw Damon and he really doesn’t remember me,” I said to him.

“I’m sorry, I just heard that he went to St Albans,” he said to me.

“It’s