Damian's father, George Cross, looked pale and walked with a labored, slow gait. Clearly, his post-operative recovery was not going well.
Bianca, meanwhile, was scrolling through her phone, her brows furrowed in concentration. She didn't even notice when George stumbled.
Damian quickly steadied his father and said something to her. Only then did Bianca put her phone away, though her face remained filled with impatience.
I pulled my gaze away and said to Mr. Thornton, "Let's go."
He had seen them, too. "Isn't that your ex-husband? Do you want to say hello?"
I turned and walked in the opposite direction. "No need."
Unfortunately, sometimes the more you try to avoid something, the harder it is to dodge. We met right at the elevator. Damian froze when he saw me. His eyes swept over the d
