Before she could finish speaking, Daphne's hand was seized and pulled sharply away.
A flash of anger darkened Daphne's beautiful face. "Stop speaking such nonsense."
She turned on her heel and stormed off, leaving Winona standing alone, rubbing her aching wrist.
Winona watched Daphne's retreating figure, her eyes narrowing into a sharp, knowing gaze.
She let out a short, incredulous laugh.
'What is wrong with everyone today? Has the whole world lost its mind?'
*****
Cressida's car rolled smoothly to a halt before Mooncliff Villa.
As she stepped out, her phone rang.
"Good afternoon. Am I speaking to the wife of the late Draven Corwyn? This is the Forensic Department of Silvermere City General Hospital. We ask that you come and identify your husband's remains…"
Before the call
