Chapter 4

Among Reuben's belongings, there was an old, yellowed photo showing three people. Reuben, an elderly lady Stella didn't know,

and a little boy about seven or eight. The boy was charming and innocent, dressed in a small suit, with a serious expression like a little adult.

That little boy was Tristan.

"Mr. Clarke." Stella gave a small nod in greeting.

Tristan looked at her.

His gaze was cool and distant, like she was just another stranger. But if there was a flicker of something deeper in his eyes.

"Your mentor had someone pass me a message. He said you'd be…