72. Back home

Dahlia Carrington

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[Damon: how did it go with your parents?]

I was back in my old room and it looked the same way I left it. There was a mascara and a lipgloss on top of my dressing table. I had a few books that I’d been reading to pass time on my table and a magazine was on my nightstand.

The room didn’t have a speck of dust though, which meant they had continued to clean it regularly without touching anything else.

I opened the camera app and took a quick selfie, sending it to Damon.

[Me: this is what my childhood room looks like.]

His reply came almost immediately.

[Damon: you’re in California?]

[me: yep]

[Damon: Happy holidays then]

I frowned at the response. It seemed like he was dismissing me.

[me: are you busy? Can I call you now]

[Damon: another time]

His replies were short and precise and it rubbed me the wrong way. I hated this. I hated feeling like I was begging him for his attention but I was bored and I never had any substantial to do at home.

Then again, it was mid