# Kaira's POV

His name was Damian.

I remembered that night. A few weeks back. Just another late shift at The Glass House... But something about that night felt different.

He sat alone at the far end of the counter, shoulders slumped, eyes locked on his drink like it held answers he was too afraid to speak aloud.

Dark circles shadowed his face. His expensive clothes hung loose, like he was trying to disappear inside them.

I knew that look. When life kicks you enough times, you start ...