As a tear escapes her eyelash, he wipes it away with his thumb. Inhales sharply, she kisses his palm before opening her eyes and meeting his line of sight.
“I’ll go with you...” She whispers, pauses, then continues.
“I just need a minute to get everything together.” She holds onto his hand until she gets too far away to keep it in her hand and must let go. Releasing her grasp, she continues her trek into the bedroom to pack a suitcase and put on some clothes. Damien paces the living room in affliction, biting his nails briefly. Catching himself, he glances at his hand to see insignificant damage before drying his fingertips on his pants.
He approaches the door when he sees a shadow approaching through the window. Finding Zeke on the other side of the peephole, he sighs in relief. Opening the door before he has a chance to knock, he lets the driver in.