~Alistair's POV~
A short while later, we pulled up to a charming, elegant house that immediately caught my eye.
"We're here," Andrew said as the engine fell silent. He turned toward me and gave a small, reassuring nod.
When we stepped out of the car, I drew in a slow breath. The house looked warm and welcoming, framed by a manicured garden. The air carried the soft scent of jasmine, fresh and calming.
Andrew led the way to the front door, the gift resting under his arm. Instead of reaching for a bell, he placed his thumb against the sleek glass panel beside the handle.
A soft beep followed. The lock disengaged with a quiet click.
He pushed the door open and stepped inside, and I followed after him.
When we stepped into the living room, a woman with silver-streaked hair was making her way down the staircase. The moment she saw her son, her expression softened, and a warm smile spread across her face.
