Lilith looked at his face — those cold blue eyes that somehow felt so warm now and all she could see was the father she had lost too soon, the one her heart had always longed for. For a moment, memories flickered like ghostly echoes… her tiny hands reaching for a father who was never there, the lonely nights when she had wished for this man's embrace.
She blinked away the sting in her eyes, her lips parting in a soft breath before curling into a small but certain smile. "Yes," she said, her voice steady but gentle, carrying every quiet ache and longing turned into warmth.
Lennox's shoulders dropped just a bit, like he'd been holding a weight for years and could finally breathe again. A smile — rare, raw, and full of a father's love broke across his face. Daisy, who was watching from beside him, pressed her hands over her mouth, her eyes glistening with fresh tears, while Gray squeezed Lilith's hand under the table, warmth and pride in his eyes for the girl he loved so fiercely.
