Ron looked at the man in front of him, who had buried his head back in a stack of documents and a sigh escaped his lips. He had become a shadow of his old self since his wife died three years ago. He had now become distant and cold, just like he was before he got married. The day his wife died, it was like a dark cloud had descended over the entire family.
He was lost in his own grief, unable to find solace and move forward. The office became tense and morale plummeted. Damian would snap at anyone who annoyed him.
Everything had gone back to the way they were before Maya came into their lives. Damian, who wasn't able to stay in the house located in the city moved back to the isolated house his grandfather had built. The house wasn't far away from the bustling city and was surrounded by thick tree and bushes.
