Alex's POV

I left the meeting with Justin’s permission and went for a quiet and peaceful stroll through the streets a few blocks from the college.

I had no idea I’d driven down a street that would take me back to my previous location. I wasn’t aware of it at the time, but I was wandering along a well-worn route toward the historic mansion.

My head twitched when I saw the big cypress gate with an attached metal plate reading “Yoon Residence” and the stone wall surrounding the old house.

As I recalled joyful memories, tears flowed down my cheeks.

“Alex,” the man, older than me, called my attention.

“Yes,...