Sam's P.O.V.
The crisp morning air wrapped around me as I stepped out of the hotel, the conversation with Mom replaying in my head. Her words, the way her expression softened when she talked about Damian, lingered. It was clear she still cared for him, even if she didn’t want to admit it outright. But it wasn’t enough to just hope for things to fix themselves.
I pulled out my phone and dialed Jax, needing to hear his voice and talk things through.
“Hey,” he answered after the first ring. His voice was steady, comforting. “What’s up?”
I leaned against the railing, staring out at the horizon. “I talked to Mom this morning. She told me what she loved about your dad when they first met, and... Jax, she still loves him. I know she does. She’s just too hurt to see it clearly right now.”
“So
