✴ Damien ✴
The familiar sight of Wintervale greeted me as I turned off the main road and into the quaint, snow-dusted town. It had been only a few days since I had left, but it felt longer. The air here was different – crisper and cleaner – as though it carried the essence of a place untouched by the chaos of the city. As I pulled into my father’s driveway, the house stood just as it always had, a warm glow emanating from the windows. The sight of it tugged at something deep inside me, a blend of nostalgia and relief. Wintervale was more than just a town; it was home. It had taken me a long time to even grasp that. I grabbed my overnight bag from the passenger seat and made my way to the front door. Before I could knock, the door swung open, and there stood my father, his expression was s
