Damon had been through it. You’d gone away for a bit and the neighbours were terrorising him like he was a criminal.

By terrorising, he meant that they had assumed you’d been killed by him due to the constant arguing they’d hear from your house. It was a gated community and that meant the word spread quickly. Even quicker when your neighbour was Sheila.

This morning, she had decided to pay Damon a visit and interrogate him about where you’d been but when the door opens, it was you. You were alive. And Damon was stood not too far behind with a bacon sandwich on a plate for you.