-TRISTAN-The morning sunlight sliced through the blinds in jagged golden stripes, painting the floor in sharp, restless lines. I sat on the edge of the bed, shirtless, letting my fingers trace the faint scar on my back again. The light caught it just right, and I flinched, though I told myself it didn’t hurt anymore. I hated it. Every day it reminded me of the day someone had tried to hurt Liana, and every day it reminded me of how close we had come to losing everything — Liana, Elias, control.I tucked my hands into my trousers, then paused mid-button on my shirt. Elias’s tiny footsteps echoed down the hall, light and uneven, but unmistakably urgent.“Daddyyyy!”My chest tightened.Before I could react, Elias barreled into the room, bare legs pumping like pistons, curls bouncing like little golden springs. He skidded to a stop in front of me, arms wide, eyes shining like the sun spilling across the floor.“Hey, buddy,” I rasped, my voice rough, almost cracking with relief. “Slow dow
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