~ Damon ~

- - - - - ONE MONTH LATER - - - - -

The sound of the baby crying pierced through the air and Damon stirred in bed. It was still dark outside, about to be dawn. Violet stretched her arm as she sat up from the bed. Like a champion, she was always the first one to get up whenever Zach was crying. She grabbed her robe from a nearby chair and walked toward the door. Damon let out a yawn and stretched his arm too. It was a Sunday, about 5 AM in the morning. He foolishly ...