Kingsley's office was filled with golden hues as the early sun shone through the huge windows.

Anticipation swirls in his chest as he looks at his table clock, for the hundredth time, his heart pounding.

He has been waiting for Martha all morning. Surely, she is going to show up again now that her identity is confirmed.

Who would have thought he'd get to see her again after twenty-one years?

He had personally instructed the receptionist in the lobby to see her any time she came.

And now, he can practically feel his blood boiling from expectation and anticipation.

He can't wait to see it again after all the lost...