Kingsley alights from his car and walks to Louisa's apartment complex, a modest building in a quiet area.

The sight of the building's management office and the rows of mailboxes greets him as he walks into the lobby.

His pulse pounded a little quicker in anticipation while riding the elevator to the third floor.

He hears laughing and conversation emanating from the flat as soon as he exits the elevator.

Knowing that his son will be thrilled to see him, he smiles.

Louisa answers the door when he knocks, her smile twitching just a little when she sees him.

She brushes an undetectable wrinkle on her apron as her hazel...