Harriet’s POV
Just as I was about to lose myself in the thrill of what would happen, my phone buzzed violently against the dresser, shattering the moment. I straightened up, my heart racing; a different kind of racing this time. I rushed to grab it, my fingers trembling when I saw Sandra's name flash across the screen.
I opened her message quickly, scanning the text. My breath caught in my throat as a wave of panic washed over me.
*Harriet. Damon is looking for you. He wants to talk. I thought you should know.*
What did he want? Why now? Did he want to apologise? To explain? A thousand questions bombarded me, each more urgent than the last.
Gino was in the other room, and despite everything, I didn’t want to burden him with my past—especially not with Damon resurfacing. Not when we we
