It looked like an office.
There was a desk by the window with a stack of books, a chair, and framed photographs hanging neatly on the wall..
Kyle stepped aside and motioned for me to go in.
“Everything you need to understand... starts here,” he said.
There was a woman sitting on a leather chair in the far end of the room, glasses perched low on her nose as her eyes scanned a stack of documents. The moment we stepped inside, her head lifted slowly, and her eyes found Kyle. Her lips curved into a soft smile.
“Well, look who we have here,” she said,l like she hadn’t seen him in a long time, like his presence brought back something unspoken.
She stood up, the papers forgotten, and walked around the desk. She didn’t hesitate snd just pulled Kyle into a hug that felt more than casual. Mor
