The gates to Blackwood Hall loomed ahead, just as grand, just as imposing, just as familiar as Chloe remembered.
She exhaled sharply, feet dragging slightly, hesitating for just a second before forcing herself forward.
Mikael walked ahead, Carter at his side, casual—as if there was nothing tense waiting behind those doors.
Chloe envied that.
Because for her?
This wasn't just returning home.
This was facing everything she left behind.
The moment they stepped into the foyer, footsteps echoed against the marble floor, sharp, deliberate.
Then—Melody turned the corner.
Their mother stopped in place, eyes narrowing slightly, gaze settling on Carter first.
Then—realization.
Immediate.
Jumping to the wrong conclusion faster than anyone could correct her.
She inhaled sharply, hands pressing to her hips.
"Mikael Redgrave—what did you do?"
Mikael blinked, caught off guard. "What?"
Melody gestured vaguely toward Carter.
"You show up with a child who looks exactly like your father—do you want me to assume you've gone and impregnated some random woman?"
Carter blinked. "What's pregna—"
Mikael clamped a hand over Carter's mouth. "Nope. No. Not talking about that."
Chloe nearly groaned, shifting uncomfortably, trying to steady herself.
She wasn't supposed to be standing here.
Wasn't supposed to be home.
Wasn't supposed to—
Melody's breath hitched.
Finally.
Finally, her eyes shifted past Mikael.
Past Carter.
Past the misplaced confusion.
And settled on Chloe.
Her daughter.
Her girl.
The one she loved so dearly, the one she longed for, worried over, prayed for—even when she didn't know where Chloe was, even when she didn't agree with her choices.
Chloe stiffened.
Then—Melody's expression cracked.
She wasn't angry.
She cried.
She had missed her so much.
Respected her decision.
Even if her husband didn't.
Even if he despised it.
The moment Melody pulled her into an embrace, Chloe couldn't hold it back anymore—her shoulders trembled, her throat tightened, and tears burned at the edge of her eyes.
Then—soft, quiet, but fully meant.
"I'm sorry."
She held onto her mother, exhaling sharply.
"I should've listened."
And just like that—the reunion started with warmth, even as the shadow of her father lingered just beyond sight.