*James Blackwood's POV*
I was in my living room going over the menu plans for the rescheduled dinner when my phone buzzed.
A text from Kelvin.
I picked up the phone, expecting details about when Helen and her mother would be available.
*Her mom's name is Elizabeth Blackwood.*
The phone slipped from my fingers and hit the floor with a c***k.
Elizabeth.
Blackwood.
I stared at the dropped phone, my heart hammering so hard I could feel it in my throat.
Elizabeth Blackwood.
It couldn't be.
It couldn't be her.
Not after twenty-five years.
My hands were shaking as I bent down to retrieve the phone. The screen had a c***k across it, but I could still read the message.
*Her mom's name is Elizabeth Blackwood.*
Elizabeth. Blackwood.
My Elizabeth. My wife. The woman who'd left me twent
