Damien's POV
I didn't sleep.
Not because of the scandal or the forty thousand notifications or Dominic pacing his office until two in the morning rebuilding a strategy I had destroyed in four seconds. Those things I could work with. Those had solutions.
I didn't sleep because of Sophia's face in the kitchen when she hit her.
Not crying. Just that expression underneath crying that people make when something is too big and their face gives up. I had seen that expression once before. In a mirror. The day I was six years old and understood that the packed bags and the locked door meant nobody was coming back.
I got up at five and went to my office and pulled everything on the Vale family finances.
Elijah had sent the court filing at midnight. I read through it twice and then called him.
