Nina’s POV
I didn’t hear him enter.
I only realized Richard Wolfe was in the house when the air changed.
Not the sound. Not footsteps. Just that heavy pressure that always followed him like the room itself was learning how to behave differently.
Leo was asleep.
That was the only reason I didn’t panic immediately.
But my body still reacted before my mind could catch up.
Slowly, I turned from the kitchen counter.
And there he was.
Standing like he had never left my life in the first place.
Perfect suit. Controlled expression. The same calm authority that never needed to be raised to feel dangerous.
Richard Wolfe.
Ethan’s father.
The man who once didn’t just end my life with a decision… but rebuilt it into something I had to survive inside.
I didn’t speak at first.
I couldn’t.
