Chapter 25

When Clara woke up, everything outside her window was white. It was still snowing. She headed downstairs and saw Damon waiting by the curb. He moved toward her and reached for her luggage. His voice was laced with emotions too tangled to sort out. "It's almost impossible to get a cab in this weather. Let me take you to the airport." This time, Clara didn't turn him down. She could tell he still had things he wasn't saying. And after all, this really was a one-way trip. Some things needed to be put to rest. Once they were on the road, Damon drove painfully slow. Maybe it was the snow-covered streets, or he was just trying to stretch out the drive. Either way, they had plenty of time. So, Clara stayed quiet as she watched the scenery pass by. The silence grew heavier with each passing second until Damon couldn't take it anymore. He wanted to speak, to spill everything weighing on his heart, hoping somehow that it would make her stay. "Clara, do you remember our second Christmas aft