Harry’s POV
I stood there, leaning against the wall, watching Dominic’s face carefully.
He was happy to see me, I could tell. But he was also suspicious.
And honestly? He had every right to be.
I had spent years resenting him, blaming him for everything. And now, I was standing in front of him, acting like I wanted to come home?
But this wasn’t an act. Not entirely.
Something has been happening, something that neither of us had full control over.
And if I didn’t play this right, we were both going to lose.
I let out a slow breath, dropping the smirk and looking at him seriously.
“Dominic,” I started, my voice calmer now, “I really want to come back home.”
His eyes flickered with something, hope? Caution? I wasn’t sure.
“But after everything… after everything I’ve seen and discov
