LOGINWhat is this that could make Vance like this?
By the time the tears from that morning had turned into laughter, Vance was sitting on the floor of the family room with all four children gathered around him, looking far more comfortable than I had ever seen him in the middle of their chaos.Ethan was pressed against his side, passionately arguing that if Noah got to choose the movie tonight, then he deserved to choose tomorrow. Noah immediately objected, which brought Luna into the discussion because she wanted the mermaid movie again, while Maya pointed out that Luna had already chosen it the last time.Vance had been trying to read something on his tablet, but eventually he gave up and set it aside. “All right. We'll make a schedule.”That only encouraged them. Within seconds, the four children were talking over one another, each convinced that his or her argument was the most reasonable. Vance listened with an expression of growing disbelief until Maya finally laughed.“You know you're making this worse for yourself, right?”Van
Ethan's face crumpled, and he scrambled to his feet before running straight toward him. Vance caught him against his chest, the force of the little boy's embrace nearly sending him backward, but he steadied himself and wrapped both arms around Ethan as tightly as he could while Ethan buried his face against his shoulder.“I'm sorry,” Ethan sobbed, clutching Vance's shirt. “I'm sorry, Papa. I was bad. I—I wanted to help you, but I…”His breath caught hard, and he pressed his face against Vance's shoulder as another wave of crying shook him.“I ruined it,” he managed between sobs. “I ruined everything. I just… I wanted you to be happy. I wanted you to be proud of me.”He tried to take a breath, but it broke into another sob. “I love you, Papa. I'm sorry. I keep making mistakes. I keep…”Vance closed his eyes as he held him closer, his own throat tightening at every word.“No, Ethan,” he whispered, his voice breaking slightly. “You don't have to say that. You were trying to help me. You m
Nerissa's POVI didn't wait for him to say anything. The moment I saw the tears gathering in Vance's eyes, I reached for his face and gently turned him toward me. He resisted for only a second before letting me guide his gaze back to mine.A tear slipped down his cheek, and I brushed it away with my thumb, only for another to follow almost immediately. His breathing broke, and before I could say anything, more tears spilled down his face. I felt my own eyes burn as I wiped them away, but there were too many, and soon I was crying with him.I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him against me.Vance folded into the embrace with a quiet, broken breath, his arms tightening around my waist as though he had been holding himself together for too long and had finally stopped trying. His body trembled against mine, and I held him more tightly, one hand moving slowly through his hair while the other stroked his back.Neither of us spoke. There was nothing I could say that would make nine-yea
VANCE'S POVFlashbackI was nine when the accident happened. I remember the sound before I remember the pain. The tires screamed against the road, metal struck something hard, and for one terrifying second I couldn't tell which way was up. Then everything went dark.When I opened my eyes, I was in a hospital room. My left arm was wrapped from my wrist to my elbow, and every breath hurt somewhere beneath my ribs. I didn't understand how badly I was injured. I only understood that I was alone. The nurse who came to check on me smiled when I asked for Father.“He's taking care of everything,” she told me.That answer was enough. Father would come. He always came when something important happened. When I won something, when I needed an answer, when there was a decision I was too young to make. I had never questioned whether he would be there when I needed him.So I waited. Every time footsteps passed my door, I looked up. Every time the elevator opened at the end of the corridor, I listene
Across from us, Lily closed her eyes for a moment while William let out a quiet breath. Neither of them interrupted, so I continued.“You should have asked him first.”Ethan nodded. “I know.”“Then why didn't you?”He was quiet for a moment before answering. “Because Papa was busy.”I waited, and when he finally looked up, his eyes were still wet. “I wanted him to finish faster.”Something passed between the three adults that none of us needed to explain. Ethan hadn't touched Vance's work because he wanted to cause trouble. He had seen his father working, knew there was an important meeting waiting for him, and had decided that helping was the quickest way to make him finish.I tightened my arm around him. “You were trying to help him because you thought he needed you.”Ethan nodded. Then, after a long silence, he whispered, “I'm afraid of Papa.”The admission changed the room.Lily's hand, which had been resting gently against Ethan's back, stopped moving. William lowered his gaze, an
The shout had barely left Vance's mouth when footsteps sounded in the corridor.Lily appeared first, William close behind her, both of them looking toward the study with the same startled expression. They had probably been in the other wing of the mansion, far enough away that the argument itself had not reached them, but Vance's voice clearly had.Lily's eyes went straight to Ethan. The boy was still standing beside the ruined model, tears running silently down his cheeks. His shoulders had drawn inward, and he seemed too frightened to move even though the door was only a few steps away.“Oh, Ethan.” Lily crossed the room without hesitation and knelt in front of him.She reached for his shoulders, then pulled him gently against her when he leaned toward her. “Come here, sweetheart.”Ethan buried his face against her shoulder.Lily's hand moved slowly over his hair. “It's all right. You're with Grandma now.”William remained near the doorway, his gaze moving from Ethan to Vance and the







