C25 The Storm we didn't see coming

The moment Reid ran into my arms, holding a crumpled note, I knew something was wrong. His face was flushed, and his eyes shone with excitement and unease.

“Mum, I saw him,” he blurted out, thrusting the paper into my hands. “Dad. He left this.”

My heart skipped a beat as I stared at the note, my fingers trembling as I unfolded it. The words, hastily scrawled in familiar handwriting