After Damon left, I was in a real funk, wondering if he would ever come back to me and if he would prefer to be with me since we've been together for so long.
He said he loved me, but could that easily change because of Catherine?
But reality was a bitter pill to swallow. The day I moved out of the city, Damon was nowhere to be seen. There were no calls and no texts. The movers were bustling about, clearing out the villa; my parents were checking the inventory, and I was sitting in the garden with Daisy, eyes closed, taking a breather.
"Dr. Jones?" My mom suddenly called out.
I opened my eyes to see Jones standing at the gate. He was wearing a white short-sleeved shirt and light blue pants, looking fresh as a daisy.
'What was he doing there?' I was taken aback.
