Evana anxiously paced her hotel room as she waited for the visitor records from the airport back home, her stomach in knots. However, even without the plans, she had a sinking feeling that Lucien had definitely been there. After all, the timeline matched.
Before that fateful day, despite how busy they had been, Lucien had never missed her call, day or night. And he'd never ignored her messages. No, what had he said when she'd asked him why he did not reply... He'd said, 'I did reply, Evana... with silence."
Her gut had warned her that something was wrong, but she'd attributed it to her own guilty conscience, ignoring the warning signs. The pit in her stomach deepened as she wondered how she was going to explain things to him.