(Aria’s POV)For a few quiet days, it almost felt like peace.The world outside still buzzed with speculation — headlines, interviews, social media storms — but inside the penthouse, life settled into something close to normal. Damon worked late, I ran my foundation meetings, and for brief, ordinary moments, we shared space without speaking and somehow understood each other anyway.But normal, I was beginning to learn, was a fragile thing around him.It was Wednesday night when I noticed it first. Damon had come home late again, the raincoat still damp on his shoulders, his tie loosened but not removed. He didn’t say much, just nodded when I asked if he’d eaten and disappeared into his study.It wasn’t unusual. He’d always kept part of himself locked away, a world of secrets that had nothing to do with me. But lately, that door stayed shut longer. The calls he took were quieter. The tension in his shoulders, heavier.That night,
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