Cynthia had been in Drakland for a while now. During that time, she stayed in the best rehabilitation clinic, resting and recovering. Even overseas, she still heard bits and pieces about Ryan stealing the bride and about her own disappearance. But she didn't care anymore.
"How is it? Are you getting used to living here?"
A man stepped into the room carrying the fruit she liked, along with a bouquet of artificial flowers.
"Yeah," Cynthia said softly. "It's been fine."
She accepted the bouquet, her gaze drifting, slightly dazed.
"Lucas… why are you helping me?"
After Lucas Moore had pulled her out, they had come all the way to Drakland and started over under new identities. Even the anonymous encrypted email that had reached Ryan had been sent by Lucas. He had done too much for her.
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