Clara didn’t bother letting her thoughts drift—her headache was pounding too hard for that. She called Dylan right away. He answered, but the silence on the other end was thick, almost heavy.
“I went back to my hometown and remembered a few things, but there’s still nothing concrete. Didn’t you say you’d be heading to the Ferguson family in North America next month? Dylan, I want to go with you. I’m heading to Palm Bay now—when you’re done, just come pick me up.”
He was quiet for so long she checked if the call had dropped. Finally, his voice came through, low and raw. “If you still want to by then.”
He’d said stuff like that before.
Clara knew he was struggling—so much that he probably thought she could leave him at any second.
She took a deep breath. “I do want to. But you have to promise me you’ll come back.”
She figured he’d gone to see the old man—the only person who could mess with Dylan this much. Up until now, she’d always thought she was the most important thing in Dylan’s world.
But maybe there was something else he cared about, something she’d never guessed.
All she could do was wait for him in Palm Bay.
She spent two days there with Milo and Buddy. Dylan called every night, but on the third night, the calls just… stopped.
Clara couldn’t sit still anymore. She had someone track his last known location, grabbed Milo and Buddy, and got ready to leave.
The staff tried to talk her out of it, their faces tense and worried.
“Ma’am, where Mr. Ferguson is right now—it’s really dangerous. We just got word there was a severe storm, and now there’s a big risk of landslides. Plus, no one knows exactly where he is. Wouldn’t it be safer to stay here? Your safety matters most.”
Clara’s jaw tightened. “Get ten people. We’re going together.”


Clara felt a small warmth at that. She’d never liked Louella, but she had bigger things to worry about now.
Two days later, she got on the plane.
As soon as she landed, she spotted Charles waiting right where he said he’d be.
He looked sharp and ready for anything. Somewhere in the distance, gunfire echoed. Charles clicked his tongue.

It was hard to believe stuff like this could still happen in today’s world.

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