Donald's POV
I took a slow, deliberate breath, trying to regain my composure. I couldn’t let him see me like this, caught off guard, vulnerable. I needed to project confidence, control. This was my home, after all.
My gaze flickered around the room, taking in the familiar luxury, the expensive art, the perfect arrangements. It was all designed to reflect success, stability, and a life fully in control. And yet, with my father’s unexpected presence, it felt as if a crack had appeared in that polished facade.
He finally moved, lifting the glass to his lips, and then, slowly, he turned his head, his gaze sweeping across the room. His eyes, sharp and intelligent even in the dim light, landed on me. He took a long, slow sip of his drink, his expression unreadable.
“You are home.” A smile t
