The interview flowed with ease, each question digging deeper, but never feeling forced. Damon was relaxed. Honest. This wasn't media fluff. This was a real conversation, and he was having fun with it.
But deep down, he knew what was coming.
Before he stepped into the studio, he'd had a long conversation with himself. A mental back-and-forth, weighing the pros and cons of opening that door, the door to his past.
There were reasons to keep it closed. He'd moved forward. He was happy. Successful. He had a life people admired, a future people envied. Why look back?
But the more he thought about it, the more he realized holding onto it did nothing but keep him anchored. The fear of being seen a certain way, the weight of shame that never belonged to him in the first place, he didn't want it anymore.
He'd spoken to Svetlana about it days before.
She had supported him either way. Told him it was his story to tell.
But his mother? That was harder.
