Inside the car, Rose could barely sit still, her small body leaning forward every few seconds as though the vehicle itself was moving too slowly for her restless curiosity.
"Tristan," she asked brightly, her eyes wide with anticipation, "is your mother kind?"
Tristan turned to look at her, and a small knowing smile tugged at his lips because he already understood how important this meeting was going to be, not just for Rose, but for everyone involved. "You'll see," he answered gently, letting the mystery linger for a second before adding, "but before that, you have to keep everything a secret, okay?"
Rose's brows knitted together immediately, and her excitement dimmed just a little. "A secret? From who?" she asked, clearly not thrilled about being dragged into something she didn
