As I stared at the family photo in front of me, I could almost hear their laughter echoing in my mind, mocking me for what I had lost.

I wiped the dust from the picture, absorbing the sight of their joy—those effortless, carefree smiles of a family united in peace.

My throat tightened, and I felt the sting of tears as my thoughts turned to Harry, my son, who felt as distant as a stranger now.

He wouldn’t even pick up my calls, unwilling to hear my side of the story. My cheating ex-husband, James, had painted me as the villain, convincing Harry that I had abandoned them both.

“Lucy, are you alright?” Miss Kinsley’s voice cut through the silence, drawing me back to the present moment in her immaculate home.

“Oh, yes, Miss Kinsley,” I replied quickly, wiping away a tear and offering a weak smile.

“I’m fine. Just… a little tired.”

Her gaze softened, though it carried a quiet authority. She took a step closer, her head tilting slightly as if choosing her words carefully.