Noah wasn't a kid anymore. No longer a little boy but grown now. Twenty-two years of morphing into a young man at the mercy of his mother's protective love from the antipathy of the world. There was no doubt an increasing mystery in Sara's past, and besides that, a trail, a bit shadowy to the enemies, followed Noah wherever he went.It was an afternoon quiet, and it was on that day when he met her. Mia was beautiful and mysterious, and she walked into his life at an art gallery. She was really smart and confident in action. Their first chat had breathed destiny since the eyes locked across the room, chemistry undeniable. But Noah couldn't get rid of the nagging thought that there was much more to Mia than what was visible on the surface."Do you believe in fate?" she asked, her voice soft but definitely compelling.Noah smiled at her intrigued. "Maybe. But I believe in choices more."Mia laughed. "Well, you and me have much in common then," she said, her eyes gleaming. "We choose our path, but the past has a funny way of catching up with us."Noah briefly paused. The words seemed disconcerting to him, but he really didn't know why; he also didn't know that the lady was part of the dangerous past of his mother, the danger that he would soon have to confront.Later that night, Noah lived at home with a racing mind. His mother had always kept secrets regarding her past, even after Marcus's defeat. But her words—her stories—had some staying power in his mind."You deserve the truth, Noah," Sara once told him. But Noah knew that he wasn't quite ready for it.Something about it seemed unsettling. It was as if she were a piece of that puzzle his mother had once left behind. He knocked loudly on the door and went through that gesture.Noah opened it to reveal an old acquaintance of his mother's: a man named Derek. His face was all stone, his eyes all urgency."I need you to hear me out, Noah. And it's about your mother."---To Be Continued...