Celeste’s POVI parked outside Damien’s house, taking a deep breath before stepping out.The driveway was just as I remembered it, neat, understated, yet filled with little touches that reflected his personality, a perfectly manicured front lawn, a row of hydrangeas along the edge of the walkway.I hadn’t spent much time here since the divorce.Truthfully, I hadn’t felt ready, and for a long while, the house itself seemed to hold echoes of everything that had gone wrong between us.But today was different. I wasn’t coming to relive the past. I was coming to check on a child, to reconnect in a small, meaningful way, and maybe to remind myself that some things could still feel safe.The door opened before I even had time to knock.Damien stood there, wearing his usual tailored suit, looking every inch the composed CEO, but there was softness in his eyes, something almost paternal, that I hadn’t noticed in years.“Celeste,” he said, and for a moment the word hung between us, simple, unado
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