Chapter 27
Uncharted Territory
(Esha’s POV)
The train hummed steadily beneath me, the rhythmic sound of the tracks providing a backdrop to the storm of thoughts swirling in my mind. My heart hadn’t stopped racing since the moment I left my father’s house in London. I hadn’t spoken to him when I walked out the door—just grabbed my bag, kissed Amara on the cheek, and left without looking back.
Amara had tried, as always, to smooth things over. She’d followed me to the door, her expression tight with worry as she’d tried to defend our father’s behavior. “He’s under so much pressure, Esha. He doesn’t mean half the things he says.”
But I couldn’t bring myself to care. I was done pretending that Vijay Sood’s words didn’t cut like knives. I was done making excuses for a man who never saw m
