Damon's POV
The air in the room feels thick with everything we haven’t said, everything we both know but don’t know how to say. It’s been a few days since the conversation about Kai, and I can’t shake the weight of that moment. Winter said she needed time, that we both needed time. But it’s not time I’m looking for. I’m looking for something more, something real.
I sit on the edge of the couch, my eyes wandering over the empty space beside me. I can’t remember the last time this place felt like home. Maybe it never did. Maybe it’s always been a little broken, a little too far from where I wanted to be.
I know Winter’s still figuring things out, but so am I. I should be thinking about my recovery, about getting back on the court, about all the s**t that’s supposed to be keeping me busy.
