Cherilyn Knight's Point Of View.
The picture I had seen earlier had left me with countless questions swirling in my mind. There was a sense of wonder and astonishment that I could not shake off. The Don, who I saw now as a ruthless, cold-hearted man, had once been different.
Gone were the eyes that sparkled with happiness and contentment, replaced now by a malicious glint that shone in those dark emerald eyes and a permanent smirk that never seemed to reach them.
What happened to him? Where was the girl in the picture now? Was she his sister, a friend, or maybe even his lover? So many questions showered my mind, and as my consciousness began to drift, my tired eyes slowly shut, craving rest, but just as I was on the edge of sleep, a sudden noise from outside the room startled me, pull
