The door creaked open before Grant Ellison even stepped inside. His polished shoes touched the tiles of his private foyer, and the wheels of his sleek black suitcase trailed behind him with a soft rattle. He looked every bit the man who’d closed million-dollar deals across Europe—tailored white suit, violet dress shirt, designer watch—but nothing about him looked prepared for what he was about to see.
He wasn’t supposed to be back until Friday. A quiet smile tugged at his lips as he reached down and gently touched the small teddy bear tied to the suitcase handle—Lucas’s favorite. He hadn’t seen his son in over four weeks. This was going to be a surprise, the kind that would light up those wide blue eyes and make up for lost time. He imagined Lucas charging into his arms, giggling.
Instead, as he stepped into the kitchen doorway, his heart froze.
There, at the sink, stood a woman he didn’t immediately recognize—a Black woman wearing a gray apron tied around her waist, a dark short-sleeve top beneath. Her arms were braced against the edge of the counter, her head lowered, but…..Read Full Story Here………………….
