CHAPTER FOURTY

Damien dialed Annie's home telephone. "Hello, this is Annie's residence," Naomi said.

"Annie is that you?" he asked.

"No, who is this?"

"It's Damien. Can I speak to Annie if she's home?" he said.

"Oh Damien, hi. She's home but I don't think you can talk to her,"

"Is she okay?" he asked

Naomi shrugged. "I should be asking you. She's been quiet since she returned from work,"

"You mean she hasn't said anything to you since she returned?" Damien questioned.

Naomi replied. "Not a word. She was a bit moody when she walked in."

"I'll be there soon. Thanks." He hung up and grabbed his keys.

"Where are you going?" Esme asked. "Is she okay?"

"I'm going to find out what's going on with Annie,"

He left the house, driving in the direction of Annie's house.

By the time Damien pulled into Annie's driveway, he was trying to calm the anxiety in him. He climbed out of the car and headed to the front door.