-
...SOREN...
Dinner was over, but the tension still sat on my tongue like iron. Dad’s “offer” kept replaying in my head, the words tempting yet dangerous.
Give me one of his divisions… partnership… family again.
Fuck.
For years, I’d told myself I didn’t need him. That everything I built—every cent, every sleepless night—was mine. My sweat. My grit. But tonight, hearing that offer…God help me, a part of me felt something I didn’t want to admit.
Relief.
Maybe this was the break I needed. A fresh start. I mean, once I got back on my feet, I could pull away again. Right?
Dad was smiling when we all rose from the table, like a man pleased with his own cleverness. “We’ll talk tomorrow, yeah?”
“Yeah,” I said quietly, forcing a polite nod. “Tomorrow.”
Cassidy looped her arm through mi
