Chapter 122

• Damien glanced out the window, watching the bustling street below. It was a typical weekday morning, but today felt different. He had taken the day off from work, a rare treat. All he could think about was Charlotte and the conversation they needed to have. The weight of their shared history hung between them, an unspoken tension that had built up over time. He took a deep breath, steeling himself for what was to come.
• Charlotte was in the kitchen, the sound of clinking dishes and the aroma of fresh coffee wafting through the air. Damien loved those moments; they felt like home. He poured himself a cup of coffee, letting the warmth seep through his fingers. As he approached the kitchen, he saw her leaning over the table, her hair falling in loose waves over her shoulders, the sunlight streaming through the window casting a golden halo around her.
• “Morning,” he said softly, and she turned, a tentative smile touching her lips.