The Morgan estate was quiet that afternoon, the late summer sun spilling through the many tall, large windows and scattering golden patterns across the shiny marble floors.
The old house was always exquisite, as if it were full of wonder stories from all the generations that had wandered through its halls.
Noah sensed all that as he stood at the heavy oak doors.
But then his heart was pounding hard against his ribs, as he realized that this visit felt heavier than any he had ever made before.
He had not announced his arrival.
There had been no phone call, no messenger sent ahead to soften the surprise. He had simply decided that it was time.
He walked alone toward the backyard pavilion after dismissing the butler.
When the door creaked open, it was Isabel Reid who appeared first. Her soft eyes widened the instant she saw him.
"Noah…?" Her voice cracked, almost uncertain if her old eyes deceived her.
"Grandma," Noah gently greeted her.
