The plush surroundings of the luxury hotel suite did little to ease Ken's restless spirit. He paced back and forth across the thick carpet, his gaze fixed on the city skyline visible through the floor-to-ceiling windows. The days since his collapse had been a blur of medical tests and anxious waiting. He had been discharged with a clean bill of health, but his mind was far from at peace. He was consumed by the image of the woman he had seen, the woman he was convinced in his heart was Maeve.
Since he had entrusted Bella with the task of finding her, he had been clinging to the hope that after all these years, he might finally have some answers. He had barely slept, his mind racing with possibilities, each one more tantalizing and terrifying than the last.
Finally, the knock he had been waiting for echoed through the suite. He rushed to the door, his heart pounding with anticipation. Bella stood there, her expression unreadable.