Damon’s POV

“One hundred and thirty four.” I hissed as I stood by the window.

That would be the one hundred and thirty-fourth time that I would move to the window to check for Nora's arrival since she had left that morning.

Where was she?

And why wasn't she back?

“Will you have your dinner now, sir?” Jane asked as she stepped forward, looking timidly at me.

“No, Jane. I'm not hungry.”

She sighed. “You didn't have lunch too.” She reminded me.

“I wasn't hungry ...