The air in the nursery felt suffocating.
Daddy’s eyes were locked on his phone screen, the message glowing like a death sentence:
“Boat arriving midnight. North cove. Reynolds has arranged everything. Get Ava out NOW.”
His grip on me tightened until it hurt.
“You planned this?” His voice was terrifyingly calm. “Behind my back?”
I shook my head frantically, tears pouring down my face.
“No! I didn’t I swear I didn’t know about the boat! Reynolds only told me today”
Daddy slammed his hand against the wall beside my head, making me flinch.
He pulled out of me abruptly, c*m dripping down my thighs as he stepped back. The sudden emptiness felt like abandonment.
“Get dressed,” he ordered coldly. “Now.”
My hands trembled as I fixed my dress. My mind was spiraling.
This is it. He’s goin
