KIERAN'S POV
I didn't expect Daniel to shut me out so completely.
Three calls ignored. Twelve texts left on read. Each unanswered attempt carved deeper into my chest. I felt the distance like a physical ache—it was cold, sharp, brutal.
I'd always believed myself a good father—present, devoted, enough. But now, I wasn't so sure.
"He'll never trust you again."
Sera's words haunted me, razor-sharp and unforgiving. Worse because they were true. I'd crushed a child's fragile faith beneath my boot like discarded trash.
When my phone finally rang, Mother's voice held none of her usual warmth. "Your son cried himself to sleep, clutching that robot model he wanted to show you."
I flinched. "You sound just like Sera."
"Good," she hissed. "That girl should've chewed your ear off for what you did."
If I needed more proof that I had epically fucked up, that was it.
