Celeste sat on the ground of the darkish bunker, conserving her mother’s final letter. She had examined the phrases again and again, hoping they would trade.
But they didn’t.
> “You were never meant to love Damien. He was the target.”
Her hands shook.
Her coronary heart felt like it was about to interrupt into pieces. She had trusted her mother. She had fallen for Damien. Now she didn’t know what to think.
Her chest felt tight. Her head hurt.
Was her whole life just a setup?
Did her mother use her?
Did Damien know?
She wiped her eyes. She had to do something. She couldn’t sit there forever.
She picked up her phone.
Her thumb hovered over Damien’s name. She didn’t know if he would answer. She didn’t even know what she would say.
But she hit the call button anyway.
It rang o
