Bella:

 When classes ended on Monday, I rushed down to my mother's office. As I reached for the handle of the door, I heard her speaking to someone.

 "It was nice having you, Mr. Stormclaw. I hope we can work something out for the peaceful coexistence of our children," she said. I contemplated turning away, but the door swung open, and I found myself face-to-face with a middle-aged man with brown hair. He looked like Fae if she had stronger facial features.

 "Good day, ...