Chapter thirty eighty

One Year Later

Zirah's POV

Removing my hand. I kept on pushing the stroller, enjoying the warm afternoon air while I chatted with my babies even though it was one-sided. I read somewhere that talking to your kids made them develop faster.

A tall, dark-haired man that was walking fast towards me with his head bore such a similar build to Damon that it made me stop in my tracks, causing people to bump into me.

I hurriedly apologized and moved out of the way, still looking at the man but when he raised his head, I breathed a small sigh of relief it was him. Just someone who looked like him but unfortunately the damage was done.

I had managed to keep any thoughts of Damon out of my head for the past year, no matter how difficult it was. For the first few months, I brooded and sulked and refused to do anything, just thinking and wondering what I might have done to make him act like that toward me. I listened intently, hungry for any scrap of news about him until I saw an article about him