That night, I had no idea where Damon had vanished off to, and he wasn't responding to my calls either.
I found myself staring at the falling snow outside the window, and before I knew it, I dozed off, swamped with anxiety and confusion.
I wasn't sure how long I had been asleep. Suddenly, my phone buzzed. I looked at it groggily, then snapped wide awake. It was a call from Jones
"Can we meet?" Jones was the first to speak. His voice was raspy and sounded incredibly weary.
"Jones, about your moms passing, I'm sorry for your loss." I was a bit wary of Jones, so I trod lightly, being extra polite. Even though I wanted to grill him with questions, I held back
Jones was silent for a few seconds before resuming, "I want to meet you to clear things up."
I didn't want to meet him. There was no need to stir up more drama, "We can talk over the phone."
