8. ANALEPSIS

- - - - - THREE YEARS AGO - - - - - - ~ Damon ~ Damon took a moment to study the picture in his hand. His eyes turned glassy instinctively. This was the first time he saw Violet’s face in a month. It was hitting him like a brick wall. The picture showed that she was walking through some street with a bag of groceries in her hand.  She seems good, happy, and healthy…   “What do you want us to do, boss?” Liam asked. “We can fly out there right now. The jet’s already waiting at the tarmac,” Damon took one last look at Violet’s picture. His thumb slowly grazed over her beautiful face. But suddenly, he closed the file shut and shoved it back to Liam. Liam looked at Damon in confusion as he held onto the file. Meanwhile, Damon turned around and went for the nearby mirror. His shirt and signature black suit were hanging next to it. It was always prepared there for him just in case he wanted to wear them today. “Boss?” Liam asked again. Damon didn’t say a word as he stood in front of the mirro