Damon’s POV
The sound of the TV echoed faintly through the room, but I wasn’t really paying attention. The game highlights flashing across the screen felt more like a taunt than anything else. Watching the players move across the court so effortlessly, so powerfully—it was like seeing a version of myself that felt further and further away.
I shifted on the couch, wincing as a sharp pain shot up my leg. My progress had been slow, and Winter’s encouragement was starting to wear thin against the frustration building inside me. The truth was, this wasn’t just about getting back on the court. It was about proving something—to the team, to the league, to myself. But lately, it felt like I was losing that battle. I turned the volume down, the silence in the house pressing in around me. My thoug
