The black cars arrived right on time.
Rain stood in the grand entrance of Lancaster Mansion, her fingers twisting nervously. Her stomach turned, not from hunger, but nerves. The house was quiet except for the soft clinking of plates being prepared for lunch.
Then the door opened, and President Saul Watson stepped inside.
The last time she had seen him, it hadn't gone well. Back then, he believed Carla was his granddaughter and he had looked at Rain like she was nothing but a stranger. Maybe even a threat. But things were different now.
"Rain," Saul said as he stepped closer.
She straightened, unsure how to greet him. His expression wasn't cold like before, it was regretful. Tired. But also full of something she didn't expect. Warmth.
He stopped just a foot away from her. Aunt Melanie and Sanya stayed respectfully to the side, watching.
