Your Son

An Hour Ago

Tyler cast a glance at the housekeeper once more, his brow arched in curiosity before he descended the stairs.

"No, tell them I’m coming to the gate," he instructed as he made his way toward the door.

"Alright, sir," the housekeeper responded.

Stepping out of the house, Tyler took the ten-minute walk to the gate.

As he approached, he called out, "Who is it that came to see—" Tyler began, only to be interrupted by a familiar voice.

"Hello, Tyler," Jessica muttered, her face partially visible through the car window.

Tyler froze for a second, turning from the security guard toward the car. His eyes narrowed in suspicion.

"What are you doing here, Jessica?" he asked.

"I came to see you. What else?" She replied casually, a faint smile tugging at the corner of her lips.

Tyler stared at her as though she had sprouted horns. He ran a hand through his hair in frustration as he asked, "Why would you come here? You could’ve just called."

Jessica tilted her head and smiled coyly, sayin