Damon’s POV

My phone rang, startling me from the emotional coma I had drifted into.

“Aren't you coming home?” Nora asked, her voice filled with panic.

“I will.”

“Should I come for you?”

When I wasn't a toddler. My subconscious mocked me that I wasn't a toddler the other day I had gotten drunk and she had been forced to step out of the house.

“No need for that. I'm fine.” I assured, smiling at her over-protectiveness.

“You shouldn't be alone.” She sighed and ended ...