TERESA'S P.O.V.
My father's entrance was always calculated, always theatrical, as if he believed his mere presence could silence the world. But today, he was wrong. Today, I wasn't the timid girl he once controlled. Today, I was a storm waiting to happen.
The moment his polished shoes hit the last step, I stepped forward, fists clenched at my sides. My heart was pounding, but my voice was steady—a sharp contrast to the roaring in my chest.
"Say it again," I demanded, my tone like steel. "Repeat what you told me over the phone. About taking in another man's children. Were you talking about me and Luke?"
Luke stiffened beside me, his presence a fortress at my side, but I didn't glance his way. My eyes were locked on my father—on Gregory Williams, the man who had shattered every illusion of family I'd ever had.
