Damian's POV

I walked into the house rubbing the back of my neck, feeling the weight of the day pressing down on me. The smell of food hit me immediately, and I headed toward the dining table.

Daniel was already sitting there, absentmindedly poking at his plate. Sophie sat across from him, expressionless, staring at her own food.

Daniel tried to make conversation.

It was like talking to an ice wall.

"Dad, look at the drawing I made with the nanny!" he said proudly, holding up a piece o