“You…” Melissa’s voice was sharp, cutting through the tension in the air like a blade. She stepped toward the door, her glare fixed on Damian. “How dare you show your face here?”
Theresa hesitated, glancing between Melissa and Damian. She quickly realized this was a private family matter. “I’ll leave you two to talk,” she murmured, retreating to the kitchen.
Damian’s face softened as he looked down at Pearl, who clung to him, her tiny arms wrapped tightly around his neck. Her giggles and the way her small hands played with his shirt softened his heart.
“Melissa,” he began quietly, his voice filled with longing. “I’ve missed Pearl.” His hand gently brushed Pearl’s hair, earning a giggle from the child.
Melissa scoffed, folding her arms as anger bubbled in her chest. Her voice was low,
