Elena opened her front door—and froze.
Parked in front of her modest, aging home were three sleek black luxury cars.
They looked completely out of place on her quiet street.
Neighbors began gathering.
“What is that?”
“Whose cars are those?”
“They’re at Elena’s house…”
Before she could react, the first car door opened.
A man stepped out.
It was Ryan.
But no longer the skinny boy she once knew.
He wore a tailored suit, stood tall, and his eyes—filled with emotion—locked onto her.
“Ate…” he whispered.
Elena stepped back, stunned.
Then the second door opened.
