K I A R A
It’s barely been two hours of being back and I was already over it.
I was sitting in our bedroom, trying to unpack our bags. It was the only way I could distract mg mind from the anger that was threatening to consume me.
I was so angry at Damon for what he said. And I was angry at myself for letting him get to me. I felt so stupid for thinking that our trip to Italy would change anything. It was just a temporary escape. And now we were back to reality. A reality I wasn't sure I was ready to face.
The door opened and Damon walked in. He had changed out of his travel clothes and was now wearing a pair of jeans and a t shirt.
"Kiara, we need to talk," He said, closing the door behind him.
"About what?" I asked, not looking at him. I continued to fold our clothes and put them
