AdoraDumbfounded, I watched Damian's gaze flash with outrage. The fact that he drove to my house indicated a problem. His bearing was stiff and proud but his spirit seemed to be troubled.“What's going on? Are you okay?” My questions spilled out in rapid succession and I felt like some sort of idiot for asking an obvious question.“No, nothing is going on,” he replied flatly. “I just wanted some privacy to talk.'’“Let’s head to the living room then,” I suggested softly. My throat itched and felt constricted, like I was swallowing sand. “We can sit on the couch and talk over a cup of tea. My grandma has the best calming tea ever.”Silently nodding, he trailed behind me into the family room. It was quiet, with the television muted as usual. The ugly paint and worn-out furniture in my house made me feel ashamed and burned my cheeks. Damien's mom was a billionaire. Fifty grown adults could live comfortably in her house. They had money, good taste, and beautiful things. So why would he
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