Winter's POV
The tentative truce between Damon and me hung in the air like the morning mist—delicate, fleeting, and easy to shatter. After his small gesture of trying to meet me halfway, I felt a cautious hope begin to stir, though it warred with my lingering fear.
Damon had taken Kai to school, insisting it was something he needed to do. Watching them leave together was surreal, but I couldn’t deny how natural they looked—Kai’s small hand in Damon’s much larger one, the resemblance between them striking. It was a bittersweet sight, a glimpse of something I had always wanted but was too afraid to claim.
Left alone, I tried to focus on work. Therapy notes, session plans, and unread emails should’ve occupied my mind, but I found myself staring at the screen, unable to concentrate.
Damon
