Davina's POV

“I want Grandpa!” Ravi cried, throwing his hands in the air. “He never leaves without saying goodbye!”

“I know, baby, but this time, um… there was something important he needed to do.”

I’d brought him into the kitchen to try and distract him with a sweet snack. But one Biscoff cookie later, he started asking about Dad again. I was running out of options.

Ravi narrowed his eyes at me. For a second, I didn’t see my sweet, innocent little boy; I saw the man he would ...