Chapter 78

The café was beautiful.

Elegant floor-to-ceiling windows spilt golden morning light across marble floors and velvet seats. Soft violin music played faintly in the background, barely audible over the clinking of cutlery. But for Calla, the beauty felt suffocating, too wrong for what waited inside.

Her breath hitched the moment she saw him.

Kaelen Vance.

Her father.

He sat in the farthest corner,