The sun was just beginning to set as I stepped into the office, the warm glow of the late afternoon sunlight casting long shadows across the room. It had been a long day—weeks of rebuilding, of re-establishing connections, of trying to put the pieces of our broken lives back together. But despite the challenges, the lingering sense of defeat that had once weighed us down was slowly lifting.
Damien stood by the window, his back to me, as he had so many times before. But this time, there was no heaviness in his posture. No signs of the man who had been constantly looking over his shoulder, wondering who would strike next. Instead, there was an air of quiet determination around him—an understanding that the storm had passed, but the horizon was still uncertain.