Amelia’s POV
As much as I didn’t want to spend more time than necessary with Damien, family dinners had still been a regular thing for our little family. I was angry with Damien, not with the girls. I still wanted them to feel happy and safe at home, with two parents who loved them very much.
So, since having dinner together wouldn’t be unusual at all, I should have been able to easily say yes.
However, from the sly way the girls were glancing at each other and at us, I had some suspicions this wasn’t just another family dinner that they helped plan. There was definitely something else going on here with them.
I wasn’t sure I was going to like it.
Yet, even with that suspicion, I couldn’t just say no to my daughters, especially with them looking at me with such wide vulnerable eyes, c
