Damian’s POV

Damian didn’t remember driving himself in a long time, but he needed to do it himself that day.

He had driven these streets a thousand times in his life—Manhattan roads, Jersey turnoffs, private estate routes—but this time, the world seemed muted, as though sound and color had been stripped down to the bare minimum needed for existence. The city passed him in fragments: traffic lights changing, pedestrians crossing, buildings blurring into one another, but none of it ...