ANNAI felt the weight of Carson’s eyes on me as we stepped out of the car, his hand lingering briefly on mine. I wanted that touch to comfort me, but it did nothing to steady the pit in my stomach. His father stood there, arms crossed, posture rigid, eyes sharp, and that judgment cut through me sharper than any word Carson had thrown at me last night. I tried to straighten my shoulders, to summon the calm I usually carried at work, but I was unprepared for this, unprepared to face this level of scrutiny.“And who the hell are you?” His father’s voice was measured but lethal, every syllable packed with expectation, with authority, with the kind of disappointment that made you feel small before you even had the chance to speak. My mouth opened, closed, and opened again, the words lodged somewhere in my throat. I wanted to say something, anything, to explain, to remind him I was an employee, that I had a right to be here, that I wasn’t a frivolous distraction. But the words wouldn’t com
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