Alexander’s POVMorning light spilled through the tall windows, but it might as well have been night for all the warmth it gave me. I sat at the head of the table, coffee cooling untouched, eyes fixed on the newspaper without reading a single word.Isla sat opposite, spooning cereal into Sophie’s bowl, her movements practiced, calm...too calm. Her hair was loose, framing her face in soft waves, but there was steel in her silence.Sophie swung her legs happily under the chair, oblivious to the weight pressing down on the room. “Daddy Alex, can we go see my room again today?” The words were a knife twisted in my chest. Her room. In that new apartment Isla had picked, without me, without even a whisper until it was too late.“Maybe soon,” I managed, forcing a smile for her. But my gaze flicked to Isla, sharp, searching. She did not meet my eyes. When Sophie scampered off to get her backpack, the mask slipped.“Three days,” I said, my voice low. “That’s all I get before you disappear behi
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