C70 Xavier’s secret

Cathleen's fingers traced the rim of her porcelain cup, a delicate dance of apprehension and resolve. Around her, the restaurant hummed with the quiet cadence of morning routines, yet within her chest, a storm brewed more bitter than the dark roast she reluctantly sipped.

"Did you know?" Her words cut through the murmurs, eyes fixated on the man across from her.

Her father, William