She walked into my house with a felt star and a calm voice.
And dismantled everything I’d built to survive.
I’m not a man who asks for help.
Not for my daughter, who hasn’t spoken in two years.
Not for myself, who hasn't really breathed since the crash.
But Blair didn’t ask for permission. She just saw us…
and stayed.
She calms Chloe like no one else.
And the more peace she brings, the more chaos she stirs in me.
Her laugh. Her fire.
The way her hand trembled the first time I touched her.
I try to keep my distance.
But she’s in my walls now.
In my daughter’s trust.
In the bedroom I haven’t entered since the night everything broke.
She thinks I’m healing.
She doesn’t know I’m burning.
Read on for widower obsession, forced proximity, a silent daughter’s first word, and a man who builds palaces
Genre: Romance
And dismantled everything I’d built to survive.
I’m not a man who asks for help.
Not for my daughter, who hasn’t spoken in two years.
Not for myself, who hasn't really breathed since the crash.
But Blair didn’t ask for permission. She just saw us…
and stayed.
She calms Chloe like no one else.
And the more peace she brings, the more chaos she stirs in me.
Her laugh. Her fire.
The way her hand trembled the first time I touched her.
I try to keep my distance.
But she’s in my walls now.
In my daughter’s trust.
In the bedroom I haven’t entered since the night everything broke.
She thinks I’m healing.
She doesn’t know I’m burning.
Read on for widower obsession, forced proximity, a silent daughter’s first word, and a man who builds palaces
Genre: Romance
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