The moment their gazes collided in the air, Seraphina's eyes flickered before darting away.
She brushed right past Finnegan, calling out into the living room, "Cassie, I'm here."
Cassie bolted down the stairs with a tiny pink backpack, throwing herself into Seraphina's arms and cooing, "Let's go, Seraphina! I packed everything last night!"
Seraphina bent down to adjust the straps of the little girl's backpack, then took her hand and headed for the door.
She didn't spare Finnegan a single glance as she walked by.
Finnegan remained rooted to the spot, watching Seraphina lead Cassie away. He didn't chase after them, only letting out a heavy, tired sigh.
Seraphina held Cassie's hand as they stepped into the elevator. The moment the polished metal doors slid shut, the tears she had been fighting back finally spilled over.
When she had walked in just moments ago, Finnegan had just stood there watching them leave. He hadn't even bothered to ask her to come home early.
He was never like this before. In the past, whenever she left the house, he would walk her all the way down, open her car door, tell her to drive safe, and insist she text him the second she arrived.
Now, just looking at her seemed like an absolute chore. He didn't chase her. He didn't ask her to stay. Did he really not care about her anymore?
Was Nora the only one left in his heart?
Just thinking about Nora made Seraphina's chest tighten in sheer agony.
Cassie felt Seraphina's hand trembling slightly. Looking up, she saw her reddened eyes and gave her fingers a worried squeeze. "Seraphina, what's wrong? Are you still mad at my dad?"
She pressed her lips together, her mouth curving into a pout that was half-sulking, half-flirting. "Then why didn't your dad come tell me himself?"
Cassie tilted her head, thinking it over. "He's probably scared you're still mad at him and that seeing him would just make it worse. Dad can be pretty stupid sometimes. He doesn't know how to talk to people, so you shouldn't take him too seriously."
Cassie's bossy, mature tone instantly made Seraphina burst into laughter through her tears.
She reached out and pinched the girl's chubby cheek, the majority of her anger melting away.
Fine. Considering he at least had the sense to send Cassie with a message, she would let him off the hook for today.
Holding Cassie's hand, she continued toward the parking garage, her tone shifting back to its usual sweet melody. "Alright then. Just for you, I'll bring you home a little earlier today."

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