CHAPTER 66: SUSPECTING GREGORY

DAMIAN I woke up to the inviting aroma of scrambled eggs and toast wafting through the air, mingling with the lingering scent of coffee. For a moment, I savored the peace of the morning. Julia was in the house, and the prospect of a warm breakfast filled me with joy. I swung my legs over the side of the bed and rubbed my face, attempting to wipe the remnants of sleep from my eyes. After a quick shower, I dressed in a fitted navy blue shirt that accentuated my broad shoulders and a pair of black jeans that hugged my legs just right. The mirror reflected a man who had spent too long brooding over his past. Just as I pulled on my shoes, my phone buzzed, jolting me from my thoughts. It was Ray. "Damian! We need to meet. I've got some info for you," he said, his tone serious. "Where?" I asked, trying to sound casual, though curiosity piqued in my chest. "Low-end diner on 5th. You'll want to hear this." "Be there in twenty," I replied, slipping my phone back into my pocket. I couldn't