NYRA'S POV

The house was deathly silent as I pushed open the wooden door, the hinges slightly creaking as I stepped inside.

Usually, Dad would be here in the living room, hunched over the desk while signing the usual stack of documents that never seemed to leave his table.

But now? Silence.

My brows furrowed and I walked in, looking around the empty house. Huh. Maybe I should call himㅡ he may have had to go off to the office and didn't know I'd be home early from my job.

Well, not like I was home early. I had been fucking fired from my first job as a barista in...