Winter's POV
The proposal folder sat unopened on my desk, taunting me like an unspoken truth. Every time I glanced at it, my chest tightened. Moving Damon’s therapy to his home wasn’t just a logistical decision, it was a risk. A personal, emotional risk I wasn’t sure I was ready to take.
I glanced at my phone, rereading Cami’s text from earlier: "Whatever you decide, just remember you’re not doing this alone." Her words were meant to comfort me, but they only made the weight of the decision feel heavier. Was I really ready to step into Damon’s space, his life, and face the past I’d buried for so long?
The sound of my office door creaking open pulled me out of my thoughts. It was Damon, leaning on his crutches, his expression unreadable. “Hey,” he said simply, his voice carrying a hint
