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58. Father's Worries

Author: Meminger
last update Last Updated: 2025-06-30 18:20:01

Shawn’s Point of View

The mansion was quiet, the kind of stillness that settled in the late hours, broken only by the faint hum of Chicago’s distant pulse beyond the windows. I eased the door to Ella’s room shut, my heart still warm from her smile, her soft laughter, the way Lily had curled between us during storytime, her small voice calling me a “good daddy.”

Ella’s dark hair had fanned across the pillow, her hand in mine, her trust a gift I didn’t deserve but vowed to earn. She was safe now, healing in my home, surrounded by love—hers, Lily’s, and mine. But as I walked down the dimly lit hallway, my footsteps echoing on the marble, a weight settled in my chest.

Emerson was waiting for me in my office, his suspicion a constant shadow, his protective edge sharp as ever. I understood it—Ella’s pain, her past with Marcus, made trust a battlefield—but it didn’t make facing him any easier.

I pushed open the office door, the room a haven of dark wood and leather, bookshelves lining the
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