Would it ever be okay again?
I felt the mattress shift as Damien stood up, his footsteps soft as he moved toward the door. But before he left, he paused, his voice small. “I love you, Mom.”
My heart twisted, guilt flooding me. “I love you too, baby.”
The door clicked shut, leaving me alone with my thoughts. I buried my face in the pillow, the scent of Logan’s cologne still lingering on the fabric.
It felt like a cruel reminder of what I was losing…of the man who used to look at me like I was his entire world. When did that change? When did I stop being enough?
I hugged the pillow tighter, the tears flowing freely now. I didn’t want Damien to see me like this. I didn’t want him to know how broken I felt.
But he was too smart, too perceptive for his own good. He saw through my smiles
