Gideon’s POV

She didn’t slam the door in my face.

That was already a win.

I followed her inside. She set the flowers on the kitchen counter without a word, then crossed her arms and turned to face me.

“Talk,” she said.

“I messed up,” I started. “Not just with Serana. With everything. The silence. The timing. I should’ve fought harder for us.”

“You let her stay in our home, Gideon. You fed her. ...