Winter's POV
The morning dawned crisp and clear, but the tension in the house was anything but light. Damon had stayed the night, though not in my room. I wasn’t sure what that meant for us, but it was better than him leaving entirely.
He hadn’t said much after yesterday’s long conversation about Kai. I knew he needed time to process everything, and honestly, so did I. But now, with him in the house, a strange rhythm had started to form—a rhythm that felt fragile, like it could shatter at any moment.
I tried to focus on making breakfast, my hands moving methodically as I flipped pancakes and scrambled eggs. From the living room, I caught snippets of Kai and Damon’s conversation.
“Are you going to take me to school again today, Dad?” Kai’s voice was filled with innocent hope, the word “
