259. Where I need to be

Noah stood tall and composed. Clad in a crisp white shirt and sleek black pants, his sleeves rolled halfway up his forearms, throwing an air of effortless confidence. Two buttons of his shirt remained casually undone, revealing a glimpse of his masculine chest, an expensive silver wristwatch adorning his wrist, glinting in the ambient light. His choice of black shoes added a touch of sophistication to his getup. His deep, penetrating eyes gazed intently. The closely pressed, slightly pursed pink lips hinted at an unspoken resolve, adding an air of mystery and allure to his handsomeness. His presence commanded attention, echoing the charisma and aura of authority associated with his lineage, reminiscent of his biological father, Yohan Dixon.

As he saw Sara, Noah felt a lump in his throat. It had been a whole month since he last saw his mother and his heart ached to be with her. The coldness in his eyes softened for a moment, and he took a step toward her. Sara slowly stood up from the