Damon sat at the head of the table, his hands clasped in front of him, his eyes scanning the faces of the people who had gathered. The room was filled with the foundation's senior leadership—people he had come to trust, to rely on, to consider family. But today, something was different. Today, they were here to discuss the future. Sasha sat beside him, her laptop open, her expression focused. She had been preparing for this meeting for weeks, her dedication a testament to her commitment. Garrett and Evan sat on the other side, their faces calm, their presence reassuring. But it was Milo who drew Damon's attention. His son sat at the far end of the table, his posture straight, his eyes bright with anticipation. He was eighteen now—a young man, tall and confident, with his mother's smile a

