Getting an invite to one of the charity houses belonging to Miss Anabella's charity was comically easy…but only because I had Damian's support.
Easy enough that it almost felt wrong, like the world itself wanted us here for a reason.
All he needed to do was send a message to the director of this place and do it by legal means and the doors were opened for him and me to arrive there.
His name alone reshaped reality — and I couldn't forget that even for a second.
The charity place was well-established and had clean walls that welcomed us in. The place also looked well–maintained and did not seem to lack for much. We even got a dedicated guide to show us around the place.
Too pristine and polished. Like a stage prepared for an audience they were nervous to impress.
