Morning sunlight came through tall glass windows. Blake Enterprises. Corner office.
Richard Blake sat at his desk. Papers spread out. Numbers. Files. Company stuff.
But his mind wasn't there. Wasn't on work. Wasn't on business.
He kept looking at a photo. Framed. On his desk.
Sienna. Younger. Smiling. Before everything got hard. Before life hurt her.
He remembered. The night she came home crying. Ten years old. Kids at school calling her names.
She'd run to him. Wanting comfort. Wanting her father.
He'd told her to toughen up. To stop being soft. To handle it herself.
He never held her. Never said it would be okay.
That memory haunted him more than any business failure.
Guilt pressed down on his chest. Heavy. Suffocating.
He whispered. To the photo. To hi
