Ivana's POV Kyl stood at the foot of the driveway with his coat already on, phone in one hand, passport tucked under his arm, and that look on his face, the one that meant he was already halfway gone but emotionally still anchored here with us. The morning air was crisp, sunlight spilling over the marble steps of the mansion, turning the glass façade into something soft and golden instead of cold and imposing. The kind of morning that made promises feel permanent. Rosy-Blue clung to his leg like gravity itself depended on it. “Daddy, don’t go,” she said, her small voice fierce with conviction, it tugged at my heart, my little princess, my baby. Kyl crouched, abandoning all pretense of being in a hurry. He scooped her up easily, pressing his forehead to hers. “It’s just a few days, angel,” he said gently. “Poland will still be there when I leave, and you’ll still be here when I come back.” She frowned, clearly unconvinced. “Bring me candy.” He smiled. “Ofcourse, anything for
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