'Don't abandon her...'
Damian Hawthorne remembered Cecilia Nathan's words. 'Don't abandon her.'
The words were the same, but the sentiment was different.
Cecilia had been telling Hugo not to abandon her.
Back then, she hadn't said his name. She had even mistaken him for someone else.
A sudden tightness gripped Damian Hawthorne's chest.
He looked at Serena Hughes, his voice heavy with implication. "Luna doesn't get carsick."
Serena Hughes froze, the color draining from her face.
'Luna doesn't get carsick, but I do.'
Damian hadn't said it outright, but his silence was the most terrifying part.
'He suspects me...'
'What's he going to do to me?'
Fear and sorrow swarmed her, gnawing at her like a relentless tide of insects.
Serena Hughes made an excuse and fled in a panic.
She returned home in a daze to find a row of luxury brand boxes displayed in her living room.
