Damian's POV

Sleep didn't come easily.

Elena's words from dinner still echoed in my head - "Maybe you shouldn't have let me think I still mattered."

That sentence had weight. It sat in my chest like a stone.

I'd tried to distract myself with work, with the endless stream of emails and numbers that usually drowned out noise. But nothing drowned Rachael out.

Her laughter. Her voice. The way she said good morning like it actually meant something.

And the way she looked at me last night before ...