K I A R A
Damon and I got dressed and went down for breakfast, with him holding my hand the entire way down.
Sera, still in my blue dress came out of the kitchen and smiled when we entered.
"Good morning," Damon said in a no nonsense voice. He pulled out the chair at the head of the table for me. The one Sera had been sitting in. He was making a statement.
Sera's smile faltered, but she quickly recovered, moving to the chair beside her without a word.
Damon's mother looked like she had just swallowed a lemon. The tension at the table was so thick, you could cut it with a knife.
Micah was looking at Damon and I. A small smile played on his lips. He seemed to be enjoying every minute of this.
Sharifa cleared her throat. "I was thinking... since Sera is back, and she's still recovering
