As they finished up dinner, the warm glow of the table lamp casting a cozy ambiance over the motel room, Damon suddenly remembered the envelope Mr. Steele had given him.
He had almost forgotten about it, but now his curiosity was piqued.
He walked towards his bed, his footstep were quiet over the carpet, "Mom, I have something to show you," he called out, excited to see what was in, well he already knew, but still.
Aoife stopped what she was doing, her hands pausing mid-air as she turned to face Damon.
Her eyes sparkled with curiosity, and she made her way to him.
She sat down beside him on the bed, the mattress creaking softly beneath her weight. "What do you want to show me?" she asked with anticipation on her voice.
Damon chuckled, a low, throaty sound, as he picked up the envelope from his bed. "I don't know, we're about to find out," he said, his eyes lighting with mischief.