Damian's POV

The next few days blurred together.

No shouting. No accusations. Just silence - the kind that eats at you when the damage is already done.

Isla's number lit up my phone more times than I could count.

At first, I answered. I thought maybe she'd have something new to say - an apology that sounded real, a reason that made sense.

But all she did was cry, curse, and beg.

"You can't just walk away, Damian. You don't get to erase me!"

"I didn't mean to hurt you, I was scared-"

"We ...