Chapter 128. Flynn Family

Leila’s POV

I slid silently into Dominic’s office, the letter clutched in my fist. It had taken hours to draft, striking words out, second-guessing each sentence until it sounded right. Where could I even begin to tell him? This news, the little heartbeat that managed to knock my world off balance, almost could not be voiced out. This weight, though, was too heavy for me to carry on my own, and I knew, he needed to know, no matter how scared I was.

I set the letter delicately on his desk, giving it one last, hesitant look. A strange blend of fear and hope twisted inside me as I turned to leave. That was when a thin folder caught my eye. “Flynn Family” was typed neatly across the top.

My heart was racing from this tide of discomfort that washed over me. Dominic knew how much my family history meant to me, how deeply the loss of my father and all the circumstances surrounding it haunted me. He was one of them who didn’t bring it up himself, giving me space whe