"Here you go," Mrs. Davidson placed a steaming mug of coffee in front of him and smiled at him.
"Thank you, Mrs. Davidson," He mumbled, gratefully. "And thank you for staying back. It means a lot. I don't think I can handle this without you,"
"I think you are doing more than fine," She assured him and Damien snorted. He doesn't think so. He hasn't been able to bring back the smiling, playful Hazel that he knew of. And damn, did he miss her. How was he helping if he cannot bring the smile back on her lips? How was he helping if he can't cease her pain?
"I don't think so...I mean look at her," Damien grumbled. "She hasn't talked since...hell, I don't even remember. I don't like it. I want to help but I am clueless as to how. How do I do that?"
"Her mother just died, Damien," Mrs. Dav
