Damon's POV
The soft hum of the air conditioning is the only sound in the room as I sit on the edge of the couch, fingers tracing the rim of the glass in my hand. I’m not sure what I’m supposed to feel right now. There’s this pit in my stomach, the kind that gnaws at you, pulling you in every direction at once. Winter has never been more elusive, more distant. I should be focusing on my recovery, on getting back to the game, but the weight of the unknown is heavier than any physical strain I’ve ever felt.
My thoughts keep coming back to Kai; the kid, my son. No, not my son, I remind myself. I’ve been told—no, convinced—that the kid isn’t mine. Yet something inside me isn’t letting go. It’s a feeling, a gut instinct that won’t let up. I know Winter well enough to see the cracks in her sto
