Winter’s POV
The clock ticked loudly in my office, the sound grating on my nerves as I stared at the list I’d been drafting for days. Moving Damon’s therapy to his house had seemed like an abstract idea when Coach James first suggested it—a hypothetical solution that didn’t require immediate action. But now, it was becoming real, and the weight of the decision pressed heavily on my shoulders.
I couldn’t deny the logic of the move. Damon’s progress had plateaued, and the sterile environment of the clinic wasn’t helping. He needed a change of scenery, a space where he could feel more comfortable. But this was uncharted territory for me—mixing professional responsibilities with something that felt distinctly personal.
I tapped my pen against the edge of my desk, my thoughts swirling. Damon
