Damien POV
I watched as my baby girl slipped into a deep depression. I wanted so badly to just comfort her
but she wouldn't even let me. She would not talk to me or anyone for that matter. The hours that
she spent locked up in her room had turned into days which then continueed to turn into weeks.
She would sit there satrring into the abyss, and when she wasnt doing that she was caring for our
children. When she thought no one could hear or was arould she would whisper sweet little
nothings in thier ears. Which was enough to make me a tad bit jealous and glad at the same
time. Jealous because well she wouldnt talk to me and glad because she was at least
talking to someone right.
I was shocked as hell though when she stepped down those stairs a few day later because......
