Dominic's Pov
The door slammed behind me with a hollow thud that echoed too loud in the quiet of my apartment.
I didn’t bother with the lights.
My jacket hit the floor somewhere near the couch. My keys clattered against the kitchen counter, a metallic sting that stabbed through the stillness. I stood there in the darkness, the only sound my uneven breathing. My skin still burned from the venom in Liana’s voice, the look in her eyes when she told me I had no right.
She was right.
I paced the floor, back and forth, a silent war playing out beneath my skin. My heart had been on a battlefield all morning, and now I felt like I was walking through the wreckage—every memory, every word, every mistake a shattered piece beneath my feet.
My daughter.
Oh, the word felt foreign in my mouth. He
