~Katia~
The headlights of the Bentley Mulsanne Grand Limousine cut through the evening like a blade as we rolled into the familiar circular driveway of the Kingston mansion.
Sam sat beside me in the back, calm as ever, tablet in hand, checking messages that could wait but made her look busy. Aiden sat between us, legs swinging, eyes wide as he stared out the tinted window at the massive house.
“Mom,” he asked quietly, “is this where you grew up?”
“Yes,” I said.
He looked impressed. “It’s big.”
I smiled faintly. “Bigger doesn’t mean better.”
The car came to a smooth stop. Two uniformed security men stepped out from the front seats, one opening my door, the other Sam’s. Aiden hopped down carefully, holding my hand.
The front door had already opened. I knew they'd be watching.
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