Skye's POV
When my father found out I was pregnant, everything shifted.
I still remember the silence that followed after I told him. The room had gone so quiet, I could hear the crackle of the fireplace behind us, the faint whistle of the wind outside, even the nervous beat of my own heart. His eyes widened in disbelief, then narrowed—not in anger, but in realization. It was like he was replaying every decision he had made since Damian came and left.
“I didn’t know…” he muttered, voice hollow. “You didn’t tell me.”
“I couldn’t,” I whispered. “I didn’t even know at first. And when I did… I wasn’t ready. I was still angry. I thought keeping it from Damian would protect me.”
He looked down at the floor, his jaw tightening. “And him?”
I hesitated. “He knew now."
The weight of his decisi
