Davina's POV
That evening, I hunched over my laptop with tired eyes, squinting at the screen. This assignment had been haunting me for days, and I was determined to finally put it to rest.
Between school deadlines and my online freelance work, plus caring for Cooper, my schedule felt like a constant juggling act.
The front door clicked open. A few moments passed before my brother Chase appeared, looking effortlessly polished—his tattoos peeking out from beneath rolled sleeves, every movement radiating that natural confidence he'd always possessed.
His tattoo parlor had exploded in popularity lately. What began as a tiny shop squeezed into a crowded street corner had transformed into the neighborhood's hottest destination.
Expansion plans were already brewing—he'd mentioned scouting another city. Watching his success filled me with genuine pride. I'd witnessed his struggles firsthand, the same battles I knew all too well. Finally seeing his hard work pay off felt incredible.
