Damon's POV
The last few days since my visit to Dr. Grayheart were probably the best I've had in a while. It really feels good to be back.
The squeak of rubber soles on polished hardwood, the echo of a basketball bouncing against the court, the hum of fluorescent lights overhead.
It all felt like coming home.
I stood at center court, my breath hitching as I stared down the length of the gym. My ankle, once a source of constant pain and doubt, now held firm. Months of relentless therapy with Winter had brought me here. Winter, her voice echoed in my mind, firm but encouraging. “You’ve come too far to let fear stop you now.”
Fear.
It lingered, a shadow I couldn’t quite shake. Not for playing again, but for failing, to prove the doubters right—that Damon Torrence’s comeback was nothing
