Damon's pov
Three Weeks Later.
I never imagined that I would be given another chance. Not with her not with Elliot and not with the life I had left behind.
Laughing as my son chases a butterfly through the grass while I stand in Zarah's backyard.
My son
Although the words were still fresh they became etched in my chest as if they had always been there.
I looked at Zarah who was standing next to me with her arms folded watching Elliot calmly and thoughtfully.
I inhaled deeply before grabbing her hand.
She tensed a little but she didn't back off.. "Will you walk with me?". I said after a moment of hesitation she nodded.
The cool evening breeze surrounded us as we walked along the path that led out of the house. In the distance, fireflies glowed softly and briefly. We were silent for a while.