-First Person's Perspective -
~Alpha Lucas~
I jumped to my feet, My eyes narrowed as I leaned forward against the balcony railing, fingers gripping the cool metal tight enough to blanch my knuckles. There she was—Laura—striding through the courtyard like she hadn’t abandoned everything. Her movements were as deliberate and graceful as ever, as though she owned the damn place. Her arms stretched out, beckoning Miracle into an embrace, but the little girl stopped dead in her tracks, stared for a heartbeat, and turned on her heel, bolting in the opposite direction.
"Who is that?" Denise’s soft voice cut through the tense silence, pulling my gaze away from the scene below.
"Her," I said, my voice colder than I intended, "she’s my ex-wife—the one I told you about."
Denise’s brows furrowed
