KALTON’S POV
Dad had sprung this whole ‘family dinner’ thing on me last minute. Said it was time I met Bibian, the woman who'd apparently ‘stolen his heart.’ Whatever. I was only here 'cause he promised to get off my back about being more responsible if I showed up and played nice.
I checked my watch for the hundredth time. Where the hell was everyone? I'd been sitting here for what felt like hours, surrounded by tacky family photos and cheesy motivational quotes on the walls. Just as I was about to bail, I heard the front door open.
"Kalton? You here, sweetie?" A warm, feminine voice called out.
I stood up, brushing imaginary lint off my leather jacket. "Yeah, in the living room," I called back, infusing my voice with just enough charm to mask my irritation.
Footsteps approached, and
