Chapter 13
it to think about the worst situation. Clutching his phone, he called Daniel again.
Grayson didn’t want to
“Track Savannah’s whereabouts. Use every contact. I don’t care what it takes–find her.”
The other end immediately complied. For a moment, only frantic keyboard strokes filled his ears.
Time had never felt this slow.
Then Daniel’s hesitant volce came: “Mr. Whitmore. Ms. Reed’s identity records have been deactivated”
Deactivated? Why would Savannah suddenly erase ser legal existence? What the hell happened while he was gone?
Grayson’s breath caught. His knuckles whitened as his grip tightened
A sharp reminder pulsed from his hand–the necklace
It might still hold a clue. Some trace
He stormed into the study and palled up the interior surveillance footage.
But the moment the screen flickered on, his mind went blank.
There she was.
Claire stood at the platform’s, a cold smirk on her lips.
In the sack below, someone thrashed. As the cloth shifted, he saw her face.
Pale.
Terrified
It was Savannah..
Her eyes were locked on him, lips trembling–trying to speak
Then he saw himself pushing her.
The sound of water crashing echoed through the room, followed by dead silence, and the sharp ringing in his ears.
Grayson stared, paralyzed, the necklace trembling in his grip. Abitter taste of blood flooded his throat.
Suddenly, as if realizing something Grayson scrolled back the timeline–frame by frame,
And there it was:
Claire’s smile. Cold. Taunting.
Mocking him through the screen.
His chest tightened as he stared at that face be no longer recognized.
His phone rang again.
“Sir, the hospital–Daniel began, but Grayson snapped, “Get the car ready. I’m going there. Now.”
Tues squealed as he left.
“Don’t WOETY.
No one will find out. I destroyed the medical files… scrubbed the surveillance tapes… She brought this on herself the worthless bitch-
Each word was a needle laced with poison, puncturing the last shred of his denial.
He pushed open the hospital room door.
Claire’s phone clattered to the floor.
“Grayson!? What are you— ”
“You knew it was Savannah.” His voice was low, raw, emerging from a place darker than hell.
Claire’s face drained of color. She gripped the blanker.
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“I don’t know what you mean-
“The person in that sack!”
He grabbed her wrist with crushing force.
“You knew it was ber. Admit it!”
Tears streamed down Claire’s face.
“I… I just loved you so much… I thought she’d take you away….. 1-
A look of disgust settled over Claire’s face as he turned his gaze on her. Then, as if he’d touched something filthy, he let go of her hand.
His gaze swept the room and landed on the fruit knife resting on the nightstand.
The blade caught the overhead light, reflecting his twisted expression–and Claire’s sudden pande.
“You can’t-”
She stumbled back as the IV stand toppled
d over.
Chapter 13
