"You know that we have to tell him, don't you?" Ansel asked from the driver's seat of his black Porsche, Todd in the Mustang behind them.

"I know," Annabelle said quietly. "I just wish.."

She trailed off, unable or unwilling to finish the sentence.

"You wish that he could've found out a different way, that you could've told him when you were ready. I am so sorry, Annabelle," Ansel said, his voice suddenly sorrowful. "This is all my fault. I should've found some way to…"

Annabelle took Ansel's hand from the steering wheel and laced her fingers through his.

"There's nothing you could have done about it. This is Caddam's...