[ESTELLE]
After nearly a week of radio silence, Damien finally came back.
I'd like to say I didn't count the days—but I did. Six days, nineteen hours, and a handful of anxiety-induced sleepless nights.
I tried to keep myself calm, tried not to imagine him running off to find Kelsey or catching some spontaneous amnesia and forgetting about me altogether. But when the man you love just vanishes, even your reflection on the mirror starts side-eyeing you like, "Girl, you sure he's coming back?"
Then suddenly, just like that, Damien walked through the door of the penthouse apartment he had insisted I stay in.
I didn't know whether to yell at him or throw myself into his arms.
He looked exhausted—messy hair, stubble like he fought a bear and won, and those signature Frizkiel eyes, sharp yet tired. But then he gave me that boyish half-smile, the one that made me melt when I first saw it.
"We found her," he said, voice low.
