~Darius's POV~
The doctor says Abigail is fine with just a slightly bruised arm and some pain meds. And honestly, I'm glad that's all.
We even made it to dinner faster than I thought, and Abby spent most of the ride ranting about Liam, who's currently in the ER because I may or may not have broken a couple of his ribs.
Not that I care.
All that matters is that she's okay.
And maybe… maybe this is finally the right moment to tell her about her biological father.
We're eating, drinking, and she looks brighter than she did in the car. But now she's staring at me like she's trying to read my mind, and honestly? She probably can. I'm not hiding my nerves well at all.
"So…" I clear my throat, pull out my phone, and open the photos and documents. Then I slide the phone across the table to her.
She blinks in confusion before looking down at the screen. Scrolling once… twice… then stopping completely.
"What is this, Darius?"
