(Diane's POV)
The message glared at me between the raindrops on my phone screen
"If you want to see her alive, tell Damon the truth about what happened in Milan."
My fingers went cold "Milan" One word cut through me like a knife twisting deep in my chest.
I'd spent years trying to keep up the charade of what happened there and to pretend it never took place. To pretend i never made the one stupid, desperate decision that ruined everything.
My breathing came in rough spurts and i scanned the street but Damon's car was already gone—just a trail of red lights vanished into the rain.
"s**t" I swore, stuffing my phone back into my pocket and dashing toward my car.
The windshield wipers fought the downpour as i drove. My mind was a maelstrom of memories that I'd sworn to myself I'd never
