Scotland was somber this morning, as if the heavens had conspired to pour out the same turbulence churning within Julian Caldwell's mind. Inside his private trailer, parked at the rugged foot of the Isle of Skye, Julian stared at his phone, his breath hitching.
A brief message had just arrived from Aunt Mer, the Caldwell family's loyal housekeeper whom he regarded as a second mother.
"Young Master, the Matriarch has regained consciousness. She moved her fingers and called out Miss Scarlett's name twice this morning. Miss Scarlett is currently en route to Green Garden to be by her side. It seems the miracle we've been waiting for has finally arrived."
Reading those words, Julian felt his heart being forcibly jumpstarted. A wave of immense relief washed over him, Grandma Victoria, the sole moral pillar of his life, had finally emerged from the darkness of her coma. But in the very next second, a suffocating weight crushed his chest.
