Three days later…
The morning sunlight filtered through the small kitchen window as Lena wiped the last dish dry and placed it in the rack.
The rhythmic sound of water dripping from the faucet was the only noise in the otherwise quiet house.
Just as she was about to grab a towel to dry her hands, a sudden knock on the door startled her.
Frowning, she glanced at the clock on the wall. 8:10 AM., and she wasn't expecting anyone.
Charlotte was in Berkshire, and as far as she knew, no one had any reason to visit her this early.
Another knock followed, more insistent this time.
Lena exhaled and made her way to the door, her mind already running through the possibilities of who it could be. But nothing prepared her for the sight that greeted her when she swung the door open.
Ryan.
He stood there, looking healthier than the last time she saw him. His skin had regained its color, and his eyes, though tired, held the same sharpness she remembered.
