*Luke* Zac's eyes are blazing with rage, his knuckles turning white as he grips the gun. He's only moments away from pulling the trigger, and I realize that if he goes through with it, the guilt will haunt him forever. I know Rafael deserves it, but it's not worth the toll it would take on my friend. The tension in the room is palpable, as we all hold our breaths, waiting for the gunshot that we know is coming. But just as Zac's finger tightens on the trigger, a small voice calls out from the door. "Daddy, you're really here! Are you taking us home ?" Zac's expression instantly softens when he sees Angel, he might not biologically be her father, but she is his little girl. The fury that has consumed him seems to dissipate as he speaks to her gently. "Angel, you shouldn't be here. Please

