Chapter 3

I looked up.

The woman stood in the entryway wearing dark gray dress pants and a white blouse with a black trench coat over it.

Her hair was pulled back tightly without a single stray strand.

Her features weren't stunning, but the lines were sharp---high cheekbones, eyes slightly upturned at the corners.

Her whole presence was like a freshly sharpened blade.

Behind her stood a man who looked like a driver, carrying several gift boxes.

"Hello." She looked at me, her voice not loud but every word clear.

"I'm a friend of your father's.

My last name is Sullivan.

You…