The sun was beginning to set, casting a soft orange glow through the large glass windows when Damien pushed the door open. His footsteps halted at the entrance of the living room, and his sharp gaze swept across the scene before him.

Ava was lying on the floor, legs draped over the armrest of the couch like she had no care in the world. Her phone was held up, the screen lighting her face as bursts of laughter escaped her lips. Crumpled snack wrappers and half-empty cups were scattered across the rug, a pillow tossed carelessly near her feet.

Damien’s face tightened with disgust. His jaw ticked, eyes darkening. With...