Eugene's POV
I closed the office door behind Emily, cutting off the heavy silence of the living room. She didn’t sit down. She stood right in the center of the room, her shoulders tense, her hands jammed into the pockets of her loungewear. She looked smaller than she usually did, stripped of the confident designer persona she wore during the day.
"Why is she here, Dad?" Emily’s voice was incredibly thin. "Why did you let her into the house?"
I walked over to my desk but didn't sit down either. I leaned against the heavy wood, keeping my eyes fixed on her. "She showed up while I was at the firm. The housekeeper called me. She says she wants a chance to know you, Emily. She says she’s been through therapy and wants to fix the past."
Emily let out a sharp, bitter breath, looking down at
