Damon’s POV
I stood at the window, staring out into the dark, my mind a whirlwind of thoughts I couldn’t control. Winter had left hours ago, but the echoes of her presence still lingered. The smell of her perfume, the soft click of her car as she drove away—everything felt too quiet now, too empty.
I walked to the living room and sank into the couch, feeling the weight of the day’s therapy session press into my bones. My legs ached, but it was nothing compared to the strain my mind was under.
My thoughts kept circling back to Kai. I couldn’t stop thinking about the way the boy looked at me, the way his smile had reminded me of my own—just for a split second, but it was enough to plant the seed of doubt in my mind. The more I replayed the little moments in my head—the way Kai reached out
