Rachel POV
The city lights blurred past the car window as Damien drove through the quiet streets.
Tonight was Mom's birthday dinner, and despite everything-Marcus's suspicions of Damien, Dad's obvious guilt-I couldn't help feeling excited. Marcus had actually invited Dad.
That alone felt like progress.
I smoothed down my red sundress for the third time, checking my reflection in the side mirror.
My hair was pulled back in a simple bun, and I'd kept my makeup light.
Simple. Appropriate for a family dinner.
"You look nice," Damien said quietly, his eyes flicking to me before returning to the road.
I felt my cheeks warm. "Thank you."
A pause settled between us, comfortable but weighted with unspoken worry.
"Rachel," Damien said finally, his voice softer than usual. "If anything ha
