Carolyn’s Point of View
“About time,” Damian grumbled as I stepped out of the house. I’d expected an immediate backlash to my behaviour today, but it didn’t come. Other than his cranky little grumble, Damian behaved as if this were a normal pick up. He tugged open the passenger door, holding it for me as I climbed into the car and buckled my seatbelt. Then, as he climbed into the driver’s side and sped off down the road, the usual silence drifted over the two of us. I could sense the irritation practically radiating off of him now, but right about now I didn’t give a damn. I was just as irritated to have been forced out of my own house and comfort zone. In the end though, Damian always got his way, no matter how unfair it was.
“Where are we going?” I asked, being the first to break the
