Alexander’s POVI opened the door… and came face to face with my father.For a second, my breath stopped.God, I wished it was Aiden, back to annoy me into functioning.And a huge, shameful part of me hoped it was Ethan.But no.“Hello, Father,” I mumbled, just loud enough for him to hear.“Are you going to let me in or what?” he asked, already irritated.I stepped aside stiffly, letting him enter my apartment. He walked in like it belonged to him, like everything in my life always had.“What do you want from me?” I asked, my voice cold.He didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he walked in taking in the sight of everything.Finally, he sighed and turned to face me.“We need to talk, Alexander. Sit.”“I’ll stand.”He scowled. “For once in your life, stop being difficult.”I clenched my jaw but sat down anyway. My father lowered himself into the armchair across from me, his movements slower than usual… almost shaky. His eyes looked tired—older.Something twisted painfully in my gut.He ru
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