Betty's POV. 

Days dragged by like cold, empty winters.

I kept checking my phone even when I knew nothing would be there. 

Claire refused to say anything about Damien’s whereabouts. Every time I asked, her answers were painfully vague.

“He needs time.”“He’s processing.”“Betty… "just trust me.”

But how was I supposed to trust anything when the person whose voice once steadied me now felt like a ghost?

Each time I called Damien, it went straight to voicemail.Sometimes, he ...