Imogene Scott

But then, just as I’m about to turn away, I hear a familiar voice.

“Imogene.”

I freeze. My heart skips a beat, and I turn around slowly, afraid that I’ve imagined it.

But I didn’t. There he is. Damien. Standing just a few feet away, his eyes locked on mine, his expression unreadable. He’s still here. He’s not gone.

“Damien…” I breathe, taking a shaky step forward.

He walks toward me, and I an barely breathe as he steps closer, until we’re standing just inches apart. I search his face, trying to figure out what he’s thinking, but I can’t.

“You… you heard me?” I whisper.

He nods,...