Kimberly's POV
The moment we stepped out of the hospital, Damien took the lead, guiding me to where he had parked his car. My breath caught in my throat when I saw his sleek, expensive vehicle. I hesitated before sliding into the passenger seat.
Damien joined me, and without a word, we started our drive. Neither of us spoke. The silence was heavy, almost suffocating. I stared out the window, trying to make sense of my swirling thoughts. I was lost in my head, and he must have sensed that I wasn't in the mood to talk. He focused on the road, letting the silence linger.
The drive seemed to stretch on forever. Finally, we arrived at his house. We both stepped out at the same time, but I lingered by the car, unsure of what to do next. Damien gestured for me to follow him, and I did, quietly trailing behind.
