AMELIA
I hesitated at the entrance to the dining room, taking in the scene before me. Damian was sitting, but he had not started his breakfast yet. He appeared to have been waiting for me to join him. I didn’t want to talk to him, especially after what happened the previous night. But I didn’t have a choice but to join him.
Damian mumbled a greeting as I walked in, then said, "You're up."
I nodded. "Yes."
I could feel the awkwardness in the air. It was like a tangible thing between us, something that drove our previous camaraderie away. I knew we were both thinking of the moment yesterday when I had abruptly left the kitchen to throw up. After I had vomited until I felt empty, I rinsed my face and mouth and took myself off to my room. And I had not come out until this morning.
Damian
