As I stepped into the study, the weight of anticipation settled upon my shoulders. Richard, Avery's father, sat behind his desk, a stern expression etched upon his face. I could sense his protective nature, the underlying concern for his daughter's well-being. This was the moment he had requested, a chance to speak with Roman, Gabriel, and me about taking care of Avery.
The room was filled with an air of formality, the walls adorned with shelves of books and mementos. Richard motioned for us to take a seat, his eyes lingering on each of us with a mix of scrutiny and curiosity. I could understand his desire to ensure that his daughter would be cherished and protected. After all, I knew firsthand the depths of my love for Avery and the lengths I would go to keep her safe.
"Thank you for me
