Winter's POV
The days since my last argument with Damon had been eerily quiet, too quiet. I hated it. Silence wasn’t peace—it was a storm gathering momentum, waiting to unleash chaos.
I busied myself with work and tried to focus on Kai, but even his laughter wasn’t enough to dull the unease crawling up my spine. Damon hadn’t called, texted, or shown up for therapy. Not that I expected him to. The look in his eyes during our last encounter had been raw—a mix of betrayal, anger, and something dangerously close to longing.
I was spiraling, and I knew it.
Just as I settled onto the couch with a pile of notes for work, my phone buzzed on the coffee table. For a fleeting moment, I thought it might be Damon. I hated how quickly hope flickered and how equally fast it died when Sienna’s name gl
