JULIAN'S POV
My stepfather's sudden illness served as a stark reminder of life's fragility, prompting me to leave Thomas in charge. I made my way to Manhattan to visit my own Dad, whom I hadn't met ever since my release from jail.
The last time we spoke on phone, I had asked him to help me secure a job at The Morrison's Group, where he worked, but he had refused right away without even trying for me. It wasn't until now that I realized how thoughtless I had been, failing to give him some time to reconcile with me.
Approaching the house, a rush of nostalgia flooded through me. It had been months since I last set foot in my father's home, and every step brought back memories of days long gone.
As I arrived in front of the entrance, my hand hesitated over the doorbell, carrying the burde
