The memory faded, leaving emptiness. Derek lit a cigarette, smoke curling as Hannah's bright smile flashed in his mind. He called his assistant. "Get a new headstone for Hannah's mom."
He hung up, itching to tell Hannah, to see her cry with relief, gratitude, maybe even love. But pride stopped him. He had his assistant pass on the message.
Soon, the assistant called back. "Derek, Hannah's gone dark."
His stomach dropped. "What do you mean? Did you check everywhere?"
"She's blocked everyone. We searched her usual spots, even the cemetery. Nothing. Looks like she left the pack."
A crash thundered in Derek's chest, like something collapsed. He bombarded Hannah with calls and texts, only to find she'd blocked him. He sped to the villa, heart pounding. Every trace of her—slippers, cup, clo
