Don’t go, Jordan wanted to say. Come back to me, he wanted to say. I love you, he wanted to say. He said nothing, the words getting stuck somewhere in his throat, like a painful lump. His eyes wide, he could only watch as Damiano turned around and walked away. Three bodyguards appeared out of nowhere, following Damiano to the waiting car. They got in. Damiano paused for a moment, with his back to Jordan, before getting in the car too. The car took off. And Jordan was alone, again.
