Chapter 87: Being Pregnant for You

ANNABEL

The ride back to his mansion was quiet, we didn't say a word and I have been so lost in thoughts, thinking about what had happened just and the things I've discovered.

My fingers twisted in my lap, nails digging into my palms. Every few seconds, I'd steal a glance at Damon's profile. His jaw was tight, hands gripping the steering wheel like he was thinking of something.

I have been noticing how hypertensive my mother had become. Always looking out ...