It was late afternoon when the sleek black car pulled up outside the quiet house.

Katherine stood at the window, her heart clenching the moment she saw who stepped out.

Kingsley’s mother.

Tall, graceful, dressed in an elegant cream coat, sunglasses shielding her sharp eyes. Two assistants followed behind, one carrying a delicate handbag, the other holding a tablet.

Katherine’s pulse spiked. She hadn’t expected this, not ...