For a moment, Damon just stood there, the silence between them thick with unspoken words. The pride that had swelled in his chest moments ago began to waver, slowly eroded by a growing uncertainty. His gaze flickered to Kyra, searching her face for any hint of emotion, any sign that she understood what this place meant to him. He had brought her here with the hope that she would see it as he did.
More than anything, Damon wanted her to feel a connection to this place, and through it, a connection to him. But as the seconds stretched on, he felt doubt creeping in. Had he done enough? Did she feel the same sense of belonging here that he did? Or had he misjudged her feelings entirely?
