Kayla
I walked straight into Damien’s arms the moment I saw him in the lobby. I buried my face in his chest, feeling the expensive fabric of his polo shirt against my skin.
"Damien, I’m so sorry about last night," I started to whisper, my voice thick with guilt. "I shouldn't have—"
He pulled back just enough to look at me, stopping me mid-sentence. "Don't apologize, Kayla." He paused, scanning my face. Probably looking at the worry lines that formed in the last hour. "I’m so sorry about your mum. How is she doing? How are you doing?"
"I'm okay," I said, but even as I said it, a single tear escaped and slid down my cheek. Damien reached out and gently wiped it away with his thumb.
"Has she been moved yet?" he asked.
"Yes," I replied, but then I paused, biting my lip. I felt little em
