Scott’s POV
I stomped through the kitchen without a word, my boots heavy against the floor, shoulders tight with rage. The hallway loomed ahead like a tunnel I couldn’t escape from, and there he was. Caleb. Waiting for me. His jaw was clenched, his brows drawn together like he wanted to fight me.
“Dad,” he said, voice low and hot with accusation. “You’ve crossed the line. Taking Kendra into the basement? She is my—”
“If she’s yours,” I cut him off, snarling. My voice came out darker than I expected, “go and get her if she’s yours then.”
I didn’t wait for his response. My hand hit the office door and I stormed inside. The sound of it slamming behind me echoed like a shot. I twisted the lock without thinking, sealing myself in with the wreckage of what I had just done.
Then it came.
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