Fifty Four

Damien folded the last of the shirts he had taken out of the closet, neatly into the small traveling bag on the bed.

The time for his flight wasn't long now so he needed to get a head start. He wasn't packing a lot of things, just enough for a few days and when he was done with the shirts, his eyes skimmed through the room to check for anything else he might be missing.

As he began to zip up the traveling bag, his phone vibrated in his jeans pocket.

Praying silently that it wasn't work related, Damien slipped his phone out and smiled a little when he saw it was his mother calling. As long as it wasn't work, it was fine and also it had been a while since he'd heard from her.

"Mother.” He greeted, zipping the bag with one hand and then carrying it to the corner of the room, "How are you doing?"

"Hey, honey.” She cooed from the other end, "I'm okay. I just wanted to hear from you. Are you good?"

Damien flipped through the documents he had procured from his bottom drawer, his left han