(Alina)
I was still sitting on the couch, staring at my phone for what felt like the hundredth time. Patricia handed me another cup of coffee, but my hands were shaking too much to drink it properly.
"He'll call," she said softly. "You know him. He's probably just dealing with something."
"It's been hours, Patricia. He never ignores me like this."
My phone finally rang. Damian's name flashed on the screen and I almost dropped it trying to answer.
"Damian?"
"Alina, I'm okay. I'm on my way home."
"Where the hell have you been? I've been calling you for—"
"I know. I'll explain everything when I get there. I have something important to tell you."
The line went dead. I wanted to throw my phone across the room.
"He's coming home," I told Patricia. "Says he has something important to te
