Damon returned home with the faint buzz of alcohol still burning in his veins.
The collar of his shirt was open, his tie loose, and the faint shadow of stubble along his jaw only made his exhaustion more apparent.
Caleb, who was being coaxed to bed by the new nanny, heard the sound of the door and came running, only to burst into tears the moment he saw his father’s haggard face.
The nanny quickly scooped him up, whispering soothing words as she carried him back to his room.
The sight made Damon’s chest tighten.
He turned away before the guilt could settle and reached for the nearest bottle of wine.
That was when his phone rang.
Lyra’s voice spilled from the speaker, shrill, accusing, and dramatic as ever.
But to Damon’s surprise, her words didn’t irritate him thi
