Winter’s POV
The clinic felt quieter than usual today, the soft hum of fluorescent lights the only sound as I updated Damon’s therapy notes. My pen hovered over the page, hesitating as I considered how much progress he’d made—or how much he thought he hadn’t.
His frustration lingered in my mind. Every session, I could see it eating at him, threatening to undo the progress we’d worked so hard to achieve. But yesterday had felt different. There was a flicker of trust in his eyes, like he was finally letting me in, even if only a little.
I glanced at the site on my laptop, Blue’s latest post still open in another tab.
"Sometimes the fall feels endless, but then you realize you’re not falling alone."
I read the words again, something in them striking a chord. It was uncanny how his posts
