Damian Cross

It was late at night, and the house was almost completely silent. Damian sat alone on the couch, the dim glow of the television barely lighting his face. As he reached for his phone, he noticed his daughter's tablet resting on the coffee table. A notification had appeared across the screen. He glanced at it. "I miss you already ❤️" Damian's eyes narrowed. Another notification appeared moments later—this time revealing a name he didn't recognize. His expression hardened as he slowly picked up the tablet, staring at the messages in silence. His daughter had been keeping something from him. And Damian was about to find out exactly what it was.