ILIANA’S POV
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Dad arrives, but the atmosphere changes, the temperature in the room drops the second he steps out of the elevator, taking in the unpacked boxes, and the interior. His gaze falls on me, flicking over to Drystan standing beside me. Dad carries in a tense aura that sucks the air out of the room as he approaches us. The proud man in front of me doesn’t look as well put together as always. His thin hair is disheveled, his eyes holding great sorrow and every part of his body is sagged. This isn’t good. “What is it?” I get to the point as my heart thunders at the sight of his wrinkled blazer.
Tears swell, glossing over his blue eyes that have a hint of green in them.
No.
God, please no.
“Your mother—” his sentence is caught off as a lump lodges in his throat. Tears already
