Seventy

Being in his old family house had felt strange to Damien.

He had a bittersweet feeling raging in him, and seeing that he was torn between the two emotions he didn’t know which to choose at all.

There was a strange kind of warmth that came with walking into his old room, and although it had been renovated and everything looked different, it still felt the same.

He tried not to think about it way more than he should, because if he continued to let himself dwell in the past, then he was sure that the nostalgic feeling would soon change to anger.

All in all though, the house had been in perfect condition, and spending about thirty minutes in there, when he was done, he ordered his driver to take them back to a hotel he’d booked prior to his coming.

It was the best hotel in the town and it wasn't too far from where he planned to go so he paid for the suites.

For comfort, he made sure everyone in his entourage had their separate room, with everything they would need and after ordering