Davina's POV

I was still trying to figure it all out when I happened to catch sight of my father pacing through the garden. His face was hidden, but his shoulders were tense. He rounded every corner quickly, like he wanted to catch anyone who might be waiting for him.

He was Scared Dominic again.

I knew those signs— those twitches and those tremors. The constant worry and panic. The helicopter father who considered going out in the rain to be a dangerous pastime.

Then he turned, as though ...