บท 233: Chapter(Two Hundred) Thirty two: Shooting range

Present day

What was the use of owning your own property when you were here every other day; were Damien's thoughts as he walked through the door of his childhood home. He told himself he was only coming here for his mother and daughter but the truth was he was attached to the property on an emotional level, despite the morose memories that clung to its white walls.

Mirabel came darting down the stairs at the sight of him, heading for where he stood and crashing into him with full momentum. She squealed her head off the whole time, her excitement was boundless like an overflowing cup. She hugged his legs, giggling hysterically.