Chapter 11 The First Taste
- “My dear Damian,” Raquel said, spearing a cranberry with her fork and holding it out to him. “Do you always go to the play club with your father?”
- Damian’s eyes widened as he took the cranberry from her. “No,” he said slowly, shaking his head. “Just sometimes.”
- “Then who always takes you there?” Raquel pressed.