Sabrina's POV
"I don't trust him." Dante said once we were outside leaving. Just as if he had been reading my mind and was able to say what I was about to. I nodded at him.
"Me too." I exhaled. "I don't trust him."
He seems off but I knew Morgan couldn't see it–couldn't sense it. She saw him as the boat that sailed her from the turbulent sea to safety and I didn't want to take that from her. But what if Winston were to cause her more harm than the turbulent sea?
"She'd sick." Dante said. "She looks sick like..." He exhaled. "Something is wrong with her. She's not okay. We need to do something."
"Like what?" I met his gaze. "Why should we do? Morgan is not one to back off because of talks. We need evidence of these things we suspect. True evidence." My phone began to buzz. "Mum?"
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