I Raised Daughters

Chapter 291: I Raised Daughters Roman Luck must have been on my side today. Or maybe something darker had decided I hadn’t suffered enough yet. Luck had never been something I totally believed in. Not truly. Not in the way people spoke about fate aligning or invisible hands guiding outcomes. My life had never been shaped by fortune—only by consequence. And yet, as I pushed open the heavy doors to my father’s office and saw Ryan standing there, I almost reconsidered because he wasn’t exactly who I had come to find. But he was someone I was desperate to get my hands on. Laptop tucked under one arm. Crisp baby-blue shirt perfectly pressed. Those same glasses perched on his nose like he was about to give a lecture instead of breathing my air. All together he looked composed and untouched. As if nothing in the world had changed. As if I hadn’t nearly died. As if he hadn’t stepped into my life like a replacement. For a few seconds, he just stared at me. Completely still. His eyes wi