Damon’s POV

The community gym was nearly empty when I walked in.

Just the hum of the AC, the faint clink of weights, and the rhythmic thud of my footsteps against the rubber flooring. Perfect. Just how I liked it.

Mornings like this helped me think. Helped me breathe. Helped me keep my head straight.

Life had finally settled into something peaceful—Aria laughing in our kitchen, Lina becoming less tense each day, the house beginning to feel like a home.

For the first time in a ...