Chapter 115

• Damien stood on the bustling street corner, a cold breeze swirling through the autumn leaves, when he spotted Leo for the first time in days. The sight of the boy sent a jolt through him—nostalgia mingled with a twinge of anxiety. Leo was there, laughing with his babysitter, his brown hair slightly tousled by the wind, bright eyes sparkling with innocence. For a moment, the noise of the city faded away, and all he could focus on was the child who had stirred something deep within him.
• The last time Damien had seen Leo, everything had been shrouded in confusion—his relationship with Charlotte had unraveled into a string of half-truths and unspoken fears. Their arguments echoed in his mind, especially the venomous words that lingered: “It’s all about her ambition.” But even amidst the chaos, Leo remained a beacon of hope, a connection to something that once felt pure.
• Gathering his thoughts, Damien pushed through the crowd and approached them. “Hey, Leo!” he called, his voice a bit shaky but tinged with genuine warmth.