Serena's POV
I woke up the next morning to find Ryan already gone. The empty space beside me felt colder than usual, my mind still swimming with fragments from yesterday's conversation. Find my family? After all these years of emptiness, could it really be possible?
After finishing my breakfast, the housekeeper approached me with that perfectly practiced professional smile.
"Mrs.Quinn, Mr. Blackwood has sent a car for you," he announced with a slight bow.
"Thank you. I'll just change into something more comfortable first," I replied, already feeling a flutter of nervousness in my stomach.
"Please take your time, Mrs.Quinn. There's no rush."
I nodded, making my way back to our bedroom. My fingers trembled slightly as I chose a loose-fitting sweater and comfortable pants.
