Winter's POV
The quiet hum of the car’s engine is the only sound I can focus on as I drive to Damon’s house. My mind is spinning, tangled up with questions and doubts I’m too afraid to answer. I still can’t believe I’ve been lying to him, keeping Kai’s secret, holding back from him even though he deserves the truth. I glance at the rearview mirror, seeing my own reflection staring back, but the person in the glass doesn’t look like me anymore.
I pull up to Damon’s house, the familiar driveway a reminder of the tension between us. When I step out of the car, I take a deep breath, hoping I can pull myself together before I walk through the door. I can’t let him see how much I’m falling apart inside. Not yet.
I walk in quietly, but Damon’s already there, sitting on the couch. The weight of
