Winter's POV
Damon's house feels quieter than usual when I pull into the driveway. The therapy sessions have become something of a routine now, though I’m beginning to feel the weight of their intensity. Every session feels like it’s pushing us closer to something neither of us is ready to face.
I take a deep breath before exiting the car. As I approach the door, I’m acutely aware of every step I take, knowing that whatever happens in this room today will add more pressure to everything we’re already carrying.
The door opens before I can knock, Damon standing in the threshold. He looks a little different today—more somber, maybe a little more withdrawn. His eyes lock onto mine immediately, and that old pull between us tightens, familiar and unsettling.
"Winter," he says, his voice low
