Warren's POV

I'm alone in the dining room.

The table is still covered with half-eaten food. Abandoned glasses of wine. The remnants of what should have been a celebration.

Instead, it became a revelation.

Those children—Baron and Lira—they know their father abandoned them. They think he doesn't love them. They've watched their mother cry over his picture.

And Greyson is out there, probably telling himself he's the victim in all this.

Fuck that.

I ...