TIMOTHY POV
Timothy clenched his jaw as the call from his father interrupted his evening. He’d been prepared to spend the whole day with Evie, but here his father was interfering yet again. With a sigh, he answered.
"What do you want, Dad?" Timothy's voice held a note of frustration.
Kamran's voice, measured and composed, responded from the other end. "Timothy, we need to talk. There's no reason we can't still connect, even if you seem intent on pissing me off."
Timothy scoffed, the tension evident. "Connect? We haven't been connected in years. What could possibly be so important now?"
"Stella has reached out to me," Kamran stated, his words hanging in the air like an unspoken accusation.
Timothy's brow furrowed. "Stella? What does she want?"
Kamran paused, choosing his words carefu
