Arlene

“You seemed to know who that was.”

I finally broke the silence, my curiosity bubbling over as I leaned back in the leather seat of the car.

The stranger’s face remained vivid in my mind - a sculpted jawline, piercing eyes, and an aura so commanding that it had rattled me in ways I hadn’t expected.

Matilda’s hands rested on the steering wheel, but her gaze flickered toward me in amusement. “Liam Walker,” she said simply, her lips curling into a slight smile, as if the name alone carried the weight of explanation.

“Walker?” I repeated, the name triggering a distant memory. “You mean the Walkers?”

“Yes.” She nodded....