Chapter 35
- Damon's POV
- I sat at my desk, staring at the wall like it held the answers to all my problems. But no matter how long I stared, the answer never came. It was just pain—constant, unbearable pain in my chest.
- Stacy’s words from that night echoed in my head like a goddamn broken record: The knife is still there, Damon. Maybe not physically, but it’s embedded in your soul.