Damion’s POV
The message came just after noon.
I was in my office, staring at a report I hadn’t read, half-listening to a board call I’d muted, when my phone buzzed.
I almost didn’t check it. Lately, most messages were about damage control. Legal teams. Press clarifications. Residual fallout from Walter and Kaia’s collapse.
But when I saw her name, everything around me went quiet.
Nathan’s school has an open day this Saturday. You’re welcome to come… if you want.
He knows who you are now.
We’ll take it slow.
Please be on time.
I read it once.
Then again.
And again.
My hand trembled as I set the phone down on the desk, heart pounding in a way it hadn’t in years.
She told him.
He knows.
And she was letting me come.
Not just as a visitor.
But as his father.
⸻
For a long tim
