Elena

It’s as clear as day. We were nearing the villa, just turning the bend with nothing around us but forest. I put my cell phone back in my hand bag after texting Isaac and something to the left caught my attention. I screamed for Simon to move out of the way and luckily he heard me, but it wasn’t enough. When the other car hit us, I saw him. Francis, one of our drivers.

The anger bristles from Sebastian as I tell him the story. “Are you certain, Elena?” He asks, and I nod. “The scar, I remember the scar.” Francis’ scar has always unnerved me; it started at...