The chair crashed onto the study table with a loud bang, the force from the throw leaving a dent in the polished wood. Nathaniel, narrowly avoiding the impact, stared at his daughter with a mix of shock and deep anguish.
Suri's rage was noticeable as her eyes were blazing with a fiery intensity that seemed almost to scorch the air around her. Nathaniel, usually composed and unflappable, now bore the marks of a man in profound emotional turmoil.
As he watched Suri, memories from his past surged unbidden to the forefront of his mind.
He remembered his first love with agonizing clarity. Suri's mother had been the embodiment of innocence and naivety, qualities that had captivated him completely. Their youthful romance had been passionate but fraught with complications. When she became pregnant, their marriage had been a desperate attempt to shield their love from societal judgment.
