Meghan
I stand frozen in the doorway, feeling like the world around me is spinning too fast for me to catch my breath. Aaron’s eyes lock with mine, a silent understanding passing between us, and then he steps forward, breaking the tension. His presence fills the room, confident, commanding, yet somehow still a little uncertain, as if even he knows something is about to shift—something he can’t control.
Behind him, his father, Frederick Wilburn, follows closely, tall and imposing, his steps deliberate and sharp. I’ve heard so much about him, but seeing him in person is different. He’s a man who carries power in every movement, in every gesture. He wears a well-tailored dark blue suit that looks like it was made specifically for him, crisp and perfectly pressed. His salt-and-pepper hair is
