I turned slowly to see him holding a lantern, asking if I'd seen Vicky.

I froze, unable to respond, just shaking my head.

If it wasn't Tristan with Vicky, then the man's identity was obvious.

The realization hit me like lightning, leaving me weak.

Early next morning, I told Hannah I wanted to leave.

I couldn't bear to see Roy's face.

Hannah agreed but mysteriously asked about my nighttime ...