Chapter 25: The Storm We Didn't See Coming 

The moment Reid ran into my arms, holding a crumpled note, I knew something was wrong. His face was flushed, and his eyes shone with excitement and unease. 

“Mum, I saw him,” he blurted out, thrusting the paper into my hands. “Dad. He left this.” 

My heart skipped a beat as I stared at the note, my fingers trembling as I unfolded it. The words, hastily scrawled in familiar handwriting, sent a shiver down my spine: *“Adeline, we need to talk.”* 

I froze, my thoughts racing. Alex. After all these years, after all the silence, he wanted to talk? Why now? Why...