Chapter 114

Jayden's POV

I walked into the house, the heavy oak door clicking shut behind me. The silence was thick, but I could feel his presence before I saw him.

I hadn't been home in four days. Four days of restless, anxious waiting.

He was standing in the center of the living room, a shadow against the tall windows, backlit by the late afternoon sun. My father.

“Where have you been, Jayden?” His voice was low, cutting through the quiet.

I dropped my backpack by the console ...