**Zelene**
Routine and unease permeated the days following Damian's visit. I tried to focus on Mikey and settling into our new life, but my thoughts kept circling back to Damian. I couldn't quite piece together his sudden appearance, the tension in his shoulders, and the way he had looked at me. He’d called a few times since then, but the conversations were brief, his voice distant. I couldn't shake the feeling that he was concealing something significant because something was wrong. Mikey, on the other hand, was thriving. He’d made friends at school and was already talking about joining the soccer team. It was a relief to watch him quickly adjust to our new life, but it also made me feel bad about how hard I was trying. I was supposed to be the one who held everything together and was st
