Nathan Pov
I stepped out of the car with my eyes fixed on the elderly woman walking towards me. I clutched on to the bouquet of flowers in my trembling hands. The roses I had brought for Brooke felt heavy now. Their petals wilting slightly in the afternoon heat. almost as if they sensed my growing anxiety.
"Mr Leo, it is a pleasure to meet you and finally put a face to the name." The lady said, extending her hand to me with a polite smile that didn't quite reach her eyes.
"My name is Mrs Margaret Phillip. My husband and I are the new owners of this house. I am familiar with your name, Mr Leo. Because we kept receiving deliveries for Miss Brooke Turner. I believe she is your ex-wife, right?" Margaret continued, her words casual yet precise.
"I believe you were not informed that Turner'
