KEILAH

I didn’t breathe.

Not because I forgot how—but because every breath that had kept me going all this time… wasn’t real. This… this was real.

He stepped out of the car, staggering like the weight of death was still wrapped around him. His face was pale. His eyes were dark red and hungry. His body… broken. But he was here.

Damien.

My Damien.

My knees buckled slightly, but I gripped the porch railing harder. My heart was pounding so violently in my chest that I thought it might burst. Was this real? Was he real? My soul, so shattered, so hollow for days now, suddenly screamed awake.

The moment...