The next few days went by slowly, and as they did, I slowly followed further and further into the darkness, unable to bring myself up. I wasn't sure what I was getting myself into with everything going on, but I had, without a doubt, the darkest of feelings.
Every day not knowing if Damien was safe was a step putting me one step closer to completely losing myself, and the only thing holding me grounded was the twins silently sleeping upstairs in their crib.
I was an utter mess. A complete disaster.
Making my way downstairs, I tried to push away the darkened thoughts evading my mind. Heading toward the kitchen, the indistinct murmurs of conversation drew me to a complete stop as I turned and watched the many figures through the cracked-open doorway and Damian's office.
What the hell?
“We have to tell her what's going on,” James said softly as I watched him gaze towards Hale, whose back was towards me, staring out the window as if in deep thought.
