Damien’s POV
Watching Amelia retreat from the deck like she was running away from me made the lead weight sitting in the pit of my stomach grow in weight and size.
I might have chased after her, or shown some weakness myself at the continued evidence that my marriage was falling apart. But with the girls watching, I stayed rooted in place, unwilling to show that weakness in front of them.
They needed a strong, dependable Dad. Right now, with how their faces twisted with some upset, I knew they needed reassurance only a father could give.
I moved to them, and went down onto my knees to be on their level. “I’m sorry, girls. Your mom was mad at me, okay? Not at you. Your dinner… all of this…” I gestured toward the table and the lights. “This was perfect.”
Amy covered her face. Stacy sho
