Chapter 159. Long Hours

Ellie's POV

The night is screaming with so much worry and deafening silence that cuts through the air. The falls of rain aren't reverberating with the same soothing feeling as other days. I am turning uncontrollably in Damian's arms, unable to settle and savor the safety I usually sample from him.

"Hun?" He calls after a long moment of battling to steady my qualms.

I jolt my face to him, and just like me, he also can't conceal the worry in his eyes. I am worrying him so much. "I..." Just then, his phone vibrates, and I let him check on it, which takes less than a minute.

"I am afraid that I could only get a 6:15 a.m. private flight. That's the earliest there is."

6:15 a.m. I check the time on his phone, and it is reading fifteen minutes to eleven. I still have seven hours left. Seven good, long hours of battling this anxiety and turmoil. It will be seven long hours before I say goodbye to this city and head back home. Unfortunately, I c