He nodded seriously. “I understand.
Take all the space and time you need. I have to leave later today. But I’m not giving up on us, Paige.
I’ll wait for as long as it takes.”
Before Damian left, he delivered to me his contact information and promised to check in when he could.
For the next few weeks, I was furious.
I had to see them several times in the presence of lawyers, and they were scary people.
But there was nothing they could do legally to take anything from me, and my attorneys weren’t afraid of them. So, his parents were losers, and I was free to sell what I needed.
When all was said and done, I started to see what Damian had done as the right choice.
After 4 Weeks, I understood something: I still loved him. Despite what he lied me, my heart hadn’t let go.
I picked up my phone and found his number.
“Paige?” he answered.
“Where are you?” I asked. “I’ll go there, but never do that to me again.”
And that was it.
