DAMON

"What?" I asked, wondering why in hell's name these people had the right to dictate the fate of my marriage.

"You're dying and you're still clinging onto this marriage?" Mother scoffed rolling her eyes.

Silence settled between us as I stared at them, how did they know?

Was the house taped by them when they came the first time?

But they didn't even cross the door post.

My head throbbed slightly with all the thoughts running round as I tried to put a finger on what's going on, till dad spoke up.

"We have a shaman that could prevent your death." He stated calmly and I narrowed my eyes...