The evening air was quiet as Richard stepped out onto the back patio, sipping a glass of water. The sky had begun to turn orange and purple, signaling the end of the day. Inside, he could hear Ann singing softly to the baby, a lullaby that had quickly become a favorite. Richard smiled. These peaceful moments were rare in his life before Ann and the baby. Now, they were everything. He leaned on the railing and closed his eyes. “Enjoying your perfect little life?” The voice startled him. Richard turned sharply. His father, Victor Knight, stood near the edge of the patio, arms crossed and expression cold. “Dad?” Richard frowned. “What are you doing out here? I thought you left already.” “I did,” Victor replied coolly. “But I had more to say.” Richard sighed. “Couldn’t it wait?” “No,” Victor s
