Chapter Twenty-Two

“Katarina? What are you… Who told you about my mother?” I frowned, the shock of it all settling in my bones at the one person who knew about it – Damien. I wasn’t sure about Damien picking up the phone and calling Katarina to tell her about my mother and my struggles.

“Why does it matter who I heard it from? I just called to make sure you’re doing okay. If you want, I can come over to keep you company until you’re doing fine. Would that be okay?” She asked, and I only realized just how annoyed I was by her voice at that very moment.

“I’m doing pretty fine, thank you for the offer. I don’t want you coming just yet. I have some things to sort out with myself before I can see or talk to anyone again,” I said and hung up to have the last word.

I sighed, placing my hands against my hips and looking at the ceiling as I thought about how I would approach and confront Damien about it. Just because he had been of big help didn’t mean he had the right to go around an