LORD CALLAHAN's POV
Eric breezed into the room, humming a light, happy tune.
Lord Callahan stood in the center, watching his son. The sight of him like this caught him off guard.
He had never seen Eric act this way before—carefree, barely acknowledging him, completely oblivious to everything else.
For another two minutes, Lord Callahan watched as Eric opened the walk-in closet near the tiny bathroom, stared inside, then closed it again. He repeated the motion, opening and closing the door like he'd forgotten what he was looking for.
Lord Callahan had seen enough.
"Son."
Eric startled, spinning sharply toward him. "You're here."
Lord Callahan frowned. He was the one who had called him here. Eric had even messaged to say he was on his way. And now his son looked genuinely surprised to see him?
"I didn't see you," Eric added.
"Really?" Lord Callahan murmured, the insult sliding over him like oil.
