Damien’s POV
Something was going on with Amelia, but I didn’t know what. And unless she wanted to tell me about it, I didn’t think I’d be able to pry it from her. So I accepted the things she said, we continued to have a good evening, talking and playing with the girls. I even held her through the night as she gently rested against my chest.
Even with her so close, however, I was starting to feel a rift form between us like a small canyon.
I worried she was starting to remember things, but I had no way of asking her about it, not without revealing that our past didn’t have as much sunshine and rainbows as I wished it had.
For now, all I could do was play along. If she wanted to pretend she was fine, then I had to pretend too, as I nervously waited for the truth to be revealed.
So I go
