{Ronan’s POV}

“I think something is up with Damon.” I said… the words a heavy realization even now.

I sat beside Lisa’s bed, after tucking her in. Her hand wrapped loosely in mine, when I finally told her what had been clawing at me since earlier that morning. “Sean went by Damon’s place. He didn’t find him there. He only the nanny. And when I asked Anya, she told me she hasn’t seen her uncle in days.”

Lisa’s brows knitted. She squeezed my hand gently, as though she could steady the storm in me. “Maybe he’s handling something important. The election is tomorrow, right? He could be… preparing. Something even...