Martins’ POV
"Welcome home, my son." My dad greeted me with a pat on my shoulder as I wheeled myself into the house.
That small gesture, coming from a man as cold as him, brought me an odd sense of warmth even though I couldn’t respond as I only nodded.
I had never been good at showing my emotions when it didn’t involve Selena, but for once, I was happy—truly happy.
Except for when Selena’s grandfather was alive, I had never felt real warmth from anyone other than her. And now, here was my real dad, giving me a proud look as though I had achieved something great.
The living room was well lit, with chandeliers overhead and the afternoon sun streaming in through the light gold curtains. Yet, somehow, my father’s smile was the brightest thing in the room. It was ironic, given the doubt a
