Separate Wings

~Daphne~

Damian was patient.

That was the problem. He moved slowly and with the focus of a man who had been building something for years and was not going to rush the final piece. I had left his penthouse with the promise that he was working on it and the hollow feeling of a woman who had given everything she had and was waiting to find out if it was enough.

I did not do well with waiting.

I drove