–Livana–
I kissed my little one on the forehead before leaving him with his grandmother and the nanny. Then I headed straight to Damon's office, where he and Grandpa were still talking even at this late hour. I knocked once and pushed the door open. Grandpa was in the middle of scolding someone over the phone, and Damon was speaking quietly, but his eyes—sharp, murderous—said enough.
"Hey, guys," I said, stepping inside. "Drop the phones."
Both of them paused. My grandfather looked at me curiously, eyebrows creasing. I closed the door behind me. Up close, he looked older than I remembered—tired lines carved deep across his face.
They hung up, and Grandpa immediately approached, cupping my cheek.
"Can you see me?"
I nodded and touched his face in return.
"I'm going to work now. I know this mess has something to do with what Mom developed. I'll handle it."
"Dear…" Grandpa Reagan shook his head, lips pressed tight. "Don't tell me you're leaving. And you can see me now—"
