Damian's POV

The air outside felt different that night. Cold, biting, but strangely clean - like the world was giving me one last chance to breathe before it decided what to do with me.

I drove aimlessly for hours. No destination. Just headlights slicing through the dark while my thoughts dragged me through every mistake I'd made. Isla's confession kept replaying in my head, every word carving itself deeper.

Richard.

I could still hear her saying it, her voice shaking, her eyes full of ...