Farrell had played out countless scenarios in his head about how he might run into Caitlin again.
Never, not once, had he imagined this.
And he definitely hadn’t pictured seeing her here—at the Gonzales estate.
But what really sent his mind reeling was what he’d just heard Caitlin call Keira.
Did she just say… “Grandma”?
Wait—does that mean Caitlin is actually Freya?
A cold sweat instantly broke out across Farrell’s forehead. His already pale face drained of what little color it had left.
No.
Impossible.
Caitlin’s last name was Kensington. Freya was a Gonzales. How could he possibly have confused the two?
He must be dreaming. That had to be it. He was dreaming.
Farrell inhaled deeply, trying to steady himself.
Before he could make sense of anything, Carla spoke up from beside him. “Freya’s home.”
Caitlin gave Carla a polite nod. “Mrs. Ryan.”
That was the moment Farrell felt the ground fall out from under him.
His mother—his own mother—had just called Caitlin… Freya?
So it was true.


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