Dexter entered the room, his expression grave. Esme's heart leaped into her throat as she quickly handed the baby to her mother, rushing over to her father.
"Dad!" She grasped his hands tightly, searching his face for any sign of hope. "What's your plan to bail Silas out? Every moment without him is unbearable. Please, bring him home."
Dexter looked down at his daughter, his heart heavy. He could see the pain etched into her features, the fear lurking behind her hopeful eyes. Taking a deep breath, he squeezed her hands gently, as if trying to impart some of his strength to her.
"We're working on it, Esme," he began, his voice calm but determined. "I am exploring every possible angle. But we need to be careful. This isn't just about getting Silas out—it's about clearing his name completely. We can't afford any mistakes."
Esme's grip tightened, her knuckles turning white. "I know, Dad. I am just missing him too much."
