DAMON'S POV
Leaning forward, I slumped on the edge of the couch, my elbows digging into my knees as I buried my face in my hands. The weight pressing down on my shoulders felt like it could snap me in half. My palms clutched either side of my face, fingers dragging slowly down the curve of my jaw like I could scrape away the disbelief and the shame clinging to my skin. A breath escaped me, gravel-rough and cracked at the edges.“I’m not going to take you away from her,” I murmured, my voice barely more than a rasp.But even as the words left my mouth, I knew the truth was messier than that. I couldn’t pretend this was black and white. If she didn’t explain—didn’t tell me how any of this was possible, didn’t tell me why she kept this from me—I didn’t know if I could keep that promise. There were too many questions clawing at me, too many emotions running riot beneath the surface.I swallowed and looked at the boy, needing to ground myself in someth
