Celeste sat at the edge of her bed, her focus was on the partitions. Her heart was pounding so fast. Her face became moist from crying.
She couldn’t sleep. She couldn’t think straight.
Her father was alive. Her mother had been murdered. And now, someone had taken her sister.
Too much was happening.
She looked at Damien, who stood by the window. He was quiet, his face hard.
She held up the phone again. “Why didn’t you tell me you spoke to my mother?”
He looked at her and he said, “I don't want to hurt you in any way.”
“You lied.”
“I didn’t lie. I just… didn’t tell you everything.”
Celeste stood up. Her hands were shaking. “When did you speak to her?”
“Two months before she died,” he said. “She reached out. She said she wanted to protect you.”
“You didn’t think I had a right to kn
