Davina’s POV – Past Begins
The sun had just begun to set when I got home from basketball practice, the golden light casting long shadows through the living room windows. I pushed the front door open, drenched in sweat, expecting the familiar scent of mum’s jasmine diffuser and the distant hum of the kitchen television. But the atmosphere that greeted me felt… different.
It was too quiet.
Dad sat in his armchair, elbows resting on his knees, fingers knotted tightly together. He looked up at me with that rare expression— one I’d only seen once before, when the company had faced immense loss due to some new product launch. Mum stood beside him, arms crossed, her face unreadable. The tension between them wrapped around the room like a tightening noose.
Before I could ask what was going on,
