ELENA POVI woke up earlier than usual. For a few seconds I simply stared at the ceiling before the memories of last night came rushing back. Alexander was here. After six years of running, hiding, and convincing myself that the past was exactly where it belonged, I was finally going to sit across from him.I pushed the blanket aside, got out of bed, and got ready. By the time I walked downstairs, Adrian was already dressed, sitting at the kitchen island eating breakfast with his little legs swinging beneath the chair. He looked up when he saw me."Morning, Mum.""Morning, baby."I walked over and kissed his forehead. "You're up early.""So are you."I smiled. "Are you going to work?" "Yes." His spoon stopped halfway to his mouth. "You're meeting the Blackwood company?" My fingers tightened slightly around the edge of the counter. "Yes." "Is it the same Mr. Blackwood I met at school?" "Yes." He nodded slowly. Then, to my surprise, he didn't ask to come along."You aren't comi
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