Daniel pulled into the familiar apartment complex just as the sun dipped low, casting long amber shadows across the pavement. The building looked the same as it always had—neutral walls, dim hallway lights flickering on one by one—but something about tonight felt heavier, charged with questions he hadn’t expected to answer so soon.
He parked the car, cut the engine, and exhaled slowly.
Before he could open his own door, he was already reaching back, instinct guiding him. He stepped out, rounded the car, and opened the back door for Isabella.
“Let’s go, sweetheart,” he said gently, offering his hand. “Your mommy’s waiting.”
Isabella slid out of her seat, her small fingers wrapping around his. She took two steps forward, then hesitated. Her grip tightened.
“Daddy?” she asked softly.
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