Cécile stood hidden among the trees, watching quietly, a faint smile touching her lips.
Gabrielle had never truly appeared in her dreams but Cécile knew, deep in her bones, that the girl would have wanted this foolish man to move on. Damien had endured more pain than most could bear. He deserved a chance at happiness.
A cold shiver slid down her spine as another memory resurfaced the vision she had seen.
In it, Jacqueline had left him. Her stepfather had destroyed her life, and Damien had drowned himself in endless misery afterward.
Cécile refused to let that future become reality.
But there had been another vision too.
One far gentler.
Jacqueline had been smiling softly as she watched Damien in a sunlit garden. He had been playing with a little girl no older than two who ran clumsily across the grass. The child had possessed the same olive-green eyes as his.
