Chloe sobbed in the front seat of her car, her fingers gripping the steering wheel like a lifeline. The heavy rain pelted the windshield, blurring the city lights into streaks of gold and silver. But none of it mattered.
It was him. The man from the rooftop. The stranger she thought was nothing more than a fleeting mistake. It was Damien Cross.
How could she have been so blind?
She sat in silence only to be interrupted by the incessant buzzing of her phone.
She glanced at the screen to see the caller. It was her father. James Bennett.
For a brief second, she considered letting it ring, maybe even tossing the phone into the nearest trash can and driving off. But Chloe knew better.
But ignoring him would only make things worse.
With a reluctant sigh, she answered. “Hello.”
Her father
