Damon’s POV
It all makes sense now—the feeling of familiarity I felt the minute she walked in. My chest tightens as I watch her, the way she inspects my ankle. I feel the heat of her touch as certain memories I thought I had locked away resurface. As the recognition sets in, I fail to realize the urgency of the current situation. The panic in her eyes finally snaps me out of my daze.
"Winter?" My voice is breathy and shaky, but I can’t stop her name from rolling off my tongue.
She straightens, her anxious demeanor shifting to one of calm professionalism, but I can see through her feigned composure.
"Yes," she says, struggling to steady her voice.
The reality of the situation sets in as a part of me still hopes this is all just a silly mix-up. A flood of emotions courses through me
