If he had paid even the slightest attention to the operations around him—to the people under his own roof—he would have already known the truth. The silence. The absence. The void where our daughter should have been.
But his focus never strayed far from Selindra.
“You don’t have that opportunity anymore,” I said quietly, turning away once more and shutting him out completely.
Suddenly, his hand closed around my arm.
Firm. Insistent.
“Why are you saying that?” he demanded, confusion bleeding into his voice. “Fine. I’ll handle Ashley myself from now on. I’ll pick her up every day, personally. Just stop dragging this out, Morwen.”
For the first time in years, he was the one bending.
If things had been different—if Ashley were still alive—maybe that small shift would have meant something.
But there was no undoing what had already happened.
“Let’s arrange a time,” I said coldly, pulling my arm free from his grasp. “We’ll finalize everything and end this… arrangement.”
I didn’t wait for his reply.
I walked away without hesitation, without turning back even once.