*The week was over.* *Emily stood at the end of the driveway, her heart pounding in her chest as she stared at the familiar house. It looked the same as it always had—warm, inviting, and full of memories. But now, it felt like a fortress, its walls holding secrets she wasn’t sure she was ready to face.* *She had spent the past week in a hotel with her father, Karl, both of them tiptoeing around each other like strangers. The silence between them had been heavy, broken only by the occasional aw...