The black car rolled to a smooth stop in front of the Harrison mansion. Franco Smith stepped out with a wide smile on his face, something he hadn’t worn in months. His shoes clicked against the stone driveway as he rushed toward the grand doors. For the first time in so long, his heart felt light. Hope had returned.
“Angela!” Franco called loudly, pushing the doors open and stepping inside the elegant living room. “Angela, where are you?”
Nancy—still pretending to be Angela—came out from the side hallway, wearing a soft pink dress and a surprised look.
“Dad?” she asked, blinking. “What’s wrong? You’re back early.”
Franco walked straight to her, eyes sparkling. “Sweetheart, I have good news! No—great news!”
Nancy tilted her head, heart beating fast. “What is it?”
Franco took her hands
