Page 169 of The Compass Series

DAMIAN - THREE MONTHS LATER

W ith the approaching holidays, I felt as if my life was in overdrive.

Stella and I always went all out for the kids for Christmas, which meant we were always exhausted.

Still, we loved it. Cooking blueberry scones on Christmas morning was our favorite tradition.

Plus, over the years, we’d been able to add more and more traditions.

On Christmas Eve, I stayed a bit longer at the office than I’d hoped, but I was looking forward to the next two weeks in vacation mode with the wife and kids.

When I stood from my desk to head out, I made sure everything was in order. I exited the building, then began to lock the front door when I was surprised to hear a voice calling out my name.

“Hey, Damian? Are you Damian Blackstone?” a stranger asked.

I turned around to meet his stare. I was thrown off as I looked into a set of eyes that seemed far too familiar.

“Yes, I am,” I replied, on high alert. I smoothed my hands over my peacoat. “Do I know you?”

He nervously laughed then grimaced as he brushed the palm of his hand against the back of his neck. “No, you don’t. Well, I mean, shit.” He muttered under his breath and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Honestly I didn’t even know you existed.”

“Then why are you here?”

“It’s insane, actually. I should be back in Chicago with my family getting ready for the holiday tomorrow, but I had to fly out here.

A few weeks ago, I received a letter from a woman named Catherine.

She told me about you, and then told me about…

me. I guess what I’m trying to say is I’m Aiden.

” He took in a deep breath before letting out his weighted sigh. “Your younger brother.”

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