Dominic
I knew something was wrong the moment I stepped out of the elevator and heard crying that did not belong in my home.
The front door was open.
That alone made my stomach tighten.
Madelyn never left the door open.
I stepped inside and the first thing I saw was Leana standing in my living room like she owned the place, her back straight, her face streaked with tears, and a baby cradled in her arms. Madelyn stood a few feet away, frozen, her hands hanging uselessly at her sides, her face pale and unreadable in a way that scared me more than anger ever could.
For a second, no one spoke.
Then Leana turned when she saw me.
“There he is,” she said, her voice breaking as if she had rehearsed the moment and still wasn’t prepared for it. “You finally decided to come home.”
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