DAMIAN Morning comes too quietly. No alarms, no shouting, and no slamming doors. Just a pale line of sunlight slipping through the guest room curtains like it’s afraid to wake me.I’m already awake. I don’t remember falling asleep, only lying there staring at the ceiling, replaying Elena’s voice in my head,sharp, wounded, furious, and Angela’s small body curled against me last night, trusting me without question.That’s the part that hurts the most.I swing my legs off the bed and stand slowly. Every muscle stiff, suit jacket still draped over the chair from last night like a reminder that this isn’t my house and I am not really welcome. Not really.I open the door quietly. The house smells like coffee, and that stops me. For a split second, my chest tightens with something dangerously close to hope. Elena always brewed it strong in the mornings; no sugar, just enough bitterness to match her mood before the world got to her.I follow the scent down the hall. Angela’s laughter reaches
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