[LINA]
"Why are you and your brother like this?" my father muttered. "Always so eager to throw everything away for love."
I almost laughed—despite the tension—because deep down, I knew exactly why.
"It's because we're your children," I said quietly. "You might not remember, but you once gave up a lot for love too. For Mom."
His glare sharpened—but he didn't deny it.
He took another breath, rubbing his forehead as though this entire situation had aged him ten years. "Come back home, Lina. Take Dylan with you if you must—we'll talk about this later. Right now, I need you."
I blinked. "Wait . . . What? You need me?"
I had mentally prepared myself for a dramatic standoff, even a kidnapping attempt. But this?
"Yes," he said tightly. "Don't make me say it again."
"You're . . . letting me take Dylan?" I asked, dumbfounded.
"Do you want me to actually drag you into the helicopter kicking and screaming?" he snapped.
I quickly shook my head.
