A Fragile Offering

Damon was up before sunrise.

He stood in the kitchen for a long time after that, just standing there with his hands on the counter, looking at nothing. The house was quiet in the way houses were quiet when something was wrong in them. Not peaceful quiet. The kind that pressed down on a person's shoulders.

He had not slept. Not properly. He had sat on the couch where Vivian had left her wine glass