Zarah's pov
The morning sun pushed itself through the curtains, casting a warm glow which I loved over the kitchen. Elliot sat at the table, his legs swinging excitedly under his chair as he stared at the cereal in front of him, slightly touching it. I knew what his excitement was all about and I was happy that he was happy.
He was too eager to eat, too eager for something different. His bright eyes were filled with expectation, and I couldn't help but smile at the way he was actually bouncing in his seat.
"Mom, when are we going to see Uncle Damon? " he asked, his voice high-pitched with excitement as he reached for the cereal bowl.
I froze, the spoon swimming near my mouth, as the words he'd just said hit me harder than I'd expected.
The day my mother had visited I knew that Elliot had listened to our conversation and he had asked who Damon was.