She
had fallen behind, taking pictures as she hiked.
He stopped and turned around, just in time to see the phone pressed to her ear, listening to something.
At the time, he hadn’t thought much of it and just urged her impatiently, “Hurry and catch up.
I
An awful thought instantly overtook Damian’s entire being, as if a wave had crashed into him and drowned him completely.
Was Vivian just looking at pictures at the time?
Meanwhile, the other side had already hung up the call.
Suddenly, the bedroom door burst open with a force that nearly ripped it from its hinges.
Tart
Seraphina coming back. He wished she
Damian looked up; for the first time in his life, he desperately hoped that it was gi
would barge in as she often used to, like a burst of sunshine.
It didn’t matter if she ignored him, if she glared at him, or even if she started some trouble. He could forgive all her pride and
stubbornness.
Damian suddenly realized that none of it mattered anymore. Nothing mattered as long as she came back.
He just wanted her back.
But the one who rushed in, covered in snow and his eyes red, was Ethan. He hadn’t even shaken off the snow.
Ethan didn’t say a word. He just stormed through the room, searching every corner.
The walk–in closet, the bathroom, the study…
Damian knew who Ethan was looking for. He slumped on the couch, too weak to even stand up.
Ethan quickly finished searching everywhere and returned. He walked over to Damian; his usually calm face was pale, with only the veins within providing any form of color.
When he finally spoke, both his voice and his expression shook.
“Seraphina’s gone! She’s gone!”
