Katherine’s POV
As we approached Owen’s mansion. I felt more relieved. Owen was right, I needed the fresh air.
Charlotte was with me. We had spoken during the flight but once Owen’s driver came to pick us up at the airport; she suddenly kept mute.
I couldn’t quite figure out what was going on in her head, but I was hoping this little break would do us both some good.
I needed to breathe, to clear my mind, and maybe—just maybe—figure out what was next.
As we pulled up to the mansion, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of relief. Owen’s home always had that effect on me.
It was peaceful, with its wide lawns and the way sunlight seemed to rest gently on the house, inviting you in.
“Mom,” Charlotte said suddenly, as if waking from her thoughts. “We are here.”
I smiled at her, reachin
