Coming home early, the millionaire was completely unprepared for what he found.
And with shaking hands, he installed them.
Whatever was happening in his house, he was finally going to see it.
Michael Reynolds had money, influence, and a calendar packed with meetings that never seemed to end, yet none of it helped him survive the quiet evenings that followed the death of his wife. For months, the sprawling house overlooking the hills outside San Diego felt less like a home and more like a museum of grief, each room carefully preserved yet painfully empty. His three year old daughter, Ava, had stopped speaking after the accident, retreating into a silence that no specialist, no toy, and no expensive therapy session had been able to break.
On a Tuesday afternoon, Michael cut short a negotiation with overseas partners without fully understanding why. A tight pressure sat in his chest, a strange instinct urging him to return home. When he pushed open the kitchen door earlier than usual, he froze, gripping the doorframe to steady himself as though the floor had shifted beneath his feet.
Perched on a sturdy wooden chair was Ava, her small hands submerged in soapy water beside a young woman Michael barely noticed during his rushed mornings. Paige Collins, the new household assistant, laughed softly as she guided Ava’s fingers over a plate.
“Slowly,” Paige said warmly. “Circles help clean better. You are doing great.”
Ava giggled, a sound Michael had not heard in months. “Look, bubbles,” she said clearly, proudly lifting her hands.
Michael’s breath caught in his throat. He stepped back without thinking, heart racing, mind scrambling to make sense of what he had just witnessed. His daughter had spoken. Not whispered. Not murmured. She had spoken with ease and joy.
“Daddy,” Ava called when she noticed him, her smile faltering as if unsure whether she was allowed to be happy.
Michael turned away abruptly and shut himself in his study, hands shaking as he poured a drink he did not even taste. Gratitude flooded him, followed immediately by jealousy and confusion. Why could his daughter speak freely with Paige when she barely looked at him.
The following morning, Michael pretended to leave for work but parked a block away
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