Damon’s POV

“Um,” I didn't even know how I was going to begin.

“Cat got your tongue?” Matthew sneered.

It could as well have.

“Sasha is at home and this is Nora.” I blurted, deciding to hit the nail on the head and wincing as I did.

“Our daughter is at home?” Georgina asked, her eyes narrowed into slits. “Alive or dead?”

“Oh, come on.” I sighed. “Stop with the expensive joke.” I groaned.

“How could your daughter be dead when you spoke with her minutes ...