She looks over her shoulder, watching Damien's car turn out of the street. Once she is sure he won't be passing by again, she walks off the front lawn and back onto the road.

Addison does, however, look back at the yellow house. She gazes at it, not out of envy, but just to imagine what it would be like to come home to such a welcoming sight. Then the moment passes, forcing her to turn her back to the building and make her way to her real home.

She hasn't made it to the end of the street when a sharp pain shoots up from her arm. She winces, gripping her shoulder. Her hand sticks to the wet sleeve.

The ghost of a smile flickers across her lips.

She had momentarily forgotten about the cut.

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Hey lovely people!

I just wanted to know if you would like to hear more of Addison's story, or little snippets like the one in this chapter, or should I just focus on Damien's point of view?

- Jane   xoxo