(Sapphire's POV)
I sat in a chair that overlooked the orchard and the view was incredible at this time of day, but I was barely aware of it.
It was around eight in the morning, and I had been awake way before the sun came up to kiss the earth and welcome it into a new dawn.
My mind was everywhere. Thinking about everything.
It's been two weeks, two weeks of pretending to be fine while I die more and more inside each day.
Why was I so scared or reluctant to approach Damian?
Was I scared of what he would say?
Or how he would react?
Would he hit me?
Kill me too?
A strangled gasp left my throat as the sound of my phone ringing suddenly broke the silence in the room.
Who could be calling me by this time? Was I holding someone's kidney or something?
Sighing, I walked to the bed and took the phone.
It was Naomi. A pleased smile crept up my lips.
This was a welcomed distraction.
"Naomi! Hi." I greeted her with all the happiness I could find in my heart.
