VERA’S POV

If desperation was a person, it would’ve been me the moment I stepped out of Jack’s car. My hands were stretched out in front of me, trying to feel my way around carefully so I wouldn’t trip and fall. Jack had insisted on blindfolding me, claiming he had a surprise for me. It sounded so cliché, but my heart still fluttered with excitement.

It’s been three months since that unforgettable kiss in the garden. But the weight of that man’s words, the idea that Monica might still be alive, still haunted us. Maybe it was all a scam to mess with our emotions and squeeze money out of...