Damon wouldn't look at Allen as he walked past her, down to their bedroom. "I'm going to another country for some packing business."

"Of course, you are! You always run to your problem, don't you? You spent our whole time outside when you couldn't give an answer. You call things off almost every fucking time when we want to talk to you, and no, that's still not enough time for you? What about Allen, Damon? What about your mate?" Jazz yelled through the tears pouring down her face as she watched her brother pack a bag of clothes quickly. She can hear Allen sob from outside.

"I just need time...