Eugene's POV
I sat at the massive kitchen island, my laptop open in front of me, pretending to look over a corporate acquisition report. In reality, the lines of text blurred together. My mind was completely fixed on the quiet hallway upstairs.
Emily was sitting a few stools down from me, her face completely illuminated by the bright screen of her phone. Her fingers flew across the glass as she giggled, completely locked into a text conversation with Josh.
"Dad, what are we ordering?" Emily asked without looking up, her thumbs still moving rapidly. "The Chinese place down the road or the Italian spot?"
"Whatever you want, princess," I rumbled, my voice gravelly and thick. "Decide with Flora when she comes down."
Just then, the soft sound of bare feet hitting the hardwood floor echoed
