Damien's POV
I stood by the front window, my fingers drumming lightly against the frame, watching the driveway. The house felt quieter than usual this afternoon, even with Loki and Lucas tearing around upstairs.
After two years of doing this alone, burnt toast mornings, endless laundry, and nights where the silence pressed in like a weight, I had almost convinced myself that no one could fit here.
But yesterday’s run had changed those thoughts.
Kimberly.
Her laugh still echoed in my head, light and unbothered, like sunlight cutting through a thick fog.
The doorbell rang at exactly three o’clock. Right on time. I wiped my palms on my jeans and opened the door.
There she was, wearing a simple yellow sundress that caught the light, her dark hair pulled back in a loose ponytail with
