A father's instinct
Emily
That look.
I'd seen it before. Years ago.
On my father.
The night before he died.
It was... exhaustion.
The kind that settled deep in a person's soul. The kind no amount of sleep could erase.
That same look was right in my front. Not staring back at me, but at his food.
Only this time… It belonged to Seth.
Not my late father.
From where he sat a chair away, his shoulders squared as always, his expression carefully composed. Anyone looking at him would see the same powerful, intimidating Dr. Seth Hernandez.
But I saw something different.
The faint shadows beneath his eyes.
The slight tension in his jaw.
The distant look that flickered across his face before disappearing so quickly I almost convinced myself I'd imagined it.
My fingers curled around
