The bright morning sun shone clearly through the large glass windows of the Benson family mansion. The golden light warmed the cold stone floors of the long hallways. Inside the master bedroom, the air was quiet and peaceful.
Damon was sitting up in the large, soft bed. He was resting his back against the headboard. His bandaged shoulder was covered with a clean shirt. He felt a deep, warm sense of victory in his chest. His plan from the previous night had worked perfectly. He had finally gotten his wife to stay close, to touch him gently, and to show real concern for his well-being.
Damon looked at the empty space beside him on the mattress. Camilla had woken up very early. The sheets on her side of the bed were already cold.
"Where did she go?" Damon thought to himself, his dark eyebrows pulling together slightly. "Is she doing more business today? Or is she just avoiding me again?"
