Lydia sat in front of her vanity mirror, staring at her reflection as she slowly ran a brush through her long, blonde hair. Her hands trembled slightly, a mixture of nervousness and anticipation making it hard to concentrate. She had barely slept the night before, replaying Hugo's message in her mind over and over again.
Evander is allowing you to meet Ashton.
She had read those words so many times that they were etched into her memory. Even now, she was afraid to believe them, afraid that she had misunderstood, that it was some kind of cruel joke. But no—this was real.
After all this time, she was going to see her son again.