Damien’s POV
I needed air.
That’s what I told myself when I got behind the wheel that I just needed air, that I only wanted to drive until my head cleared, that maybe if I kept moving I wouldn’t have to think. But I knew it was a lie. I didn’t want air. I wanted distance. I wanted space between me and the house before I broke something I couldn’t put back together.
The rain hadn’t stopped. It came down in slow, steady sheets that hit the windshield and smeared the world into gray streaks. The sound used to calm me once that steady rhythm of water on glass. Tonight it only pissed me off. Every drop sounded like a reminder that I’d lost control again.
I pressed the key in and started the engine. The car hummed beneath me, steady, reliable, the one thing I still had control over. I shifte
