“His vacations and work…” murmured Medea in the silence that occurred as we all remained in our seats, absorbing this bout of information.
I turned to her, c*****g my head a little to the side as I raised my eyebrow in question, wanting to know what she was thinking. She turned to me and said, “Damar had all gone to these places in the past few years, but all he said was that he had work, friends to meet, or for a short vacation. We never thought much about it because he never liked staying in one place for too long,”
“Then do you know who his friend that he was meeting?” asked Daniel, leaning forward in his seat.
Medea jerked her head, her eyes tightening with the emotion she was holding back. Even as she stuffed it down so deep in herself, I felt the pain she was hiding at knowing her
